Santa pulled down her light blue nylon bikini panties down while Taylor hoped her panties were clean.Santa commented on the shitty fudge stains in the...crotch of her panty seat and what a bad girl she was for not wiping properly. Taylor looked back and gave Santa a strong stare and whined to St. Nick this why must her bottom be bare.Her plump bottom was perfection all holly red and a glow.Taylor was humiliated with red face holiday cheer as Santa whispered in her ear it was his paddle her rear. I'm Isabelle." "Nice to meet you. Do you come here often?" He yells. "First time, actually," I yell back. "It's kinda loud in here. Do you want to go some place more quite?" He asks. I nod my head yes. We both pay our tabs and leave. Once outside, he turns to me and says, "I live a couple of blocks from here. Do you want to go to my place?" "Sure," I respond. He turns left and starts walking. I practically have to run to keep up with him. After some time we arrive at the door of his apartment.. Besides, I’d have to do all the cooking at home until you let her go; my father burns water. So I’ll let you off that task.”“I’m glad, because my kidnapping days are over. I’m going to move on to something a mite easier, you know, like herding wildcats.”She smiled, an eyebrow raised in question.“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”“I guess it is. You’ve turned the tables on me, and I have to respect you for it.”“Why, thank you, kind sir. I’ll be sure to put that in my resume. My abductor said. I spent one evening a week with Nina; we usually got together on Tuesdays, her housekeeper's day off. Sometimes she would cook for me and other times she'd take me out. Nina and I had a pretty cool relationship, we were friends with benefits and she was my mentor on things in life I was embarrassed to ask anyone else. I knew I was special to her because she put aside Tuesdays for me even though she led a very busy life.But back to Cousin Tater. Tater knew I was bummed because the twins had.