He put on a regular porno as we all sat back and watched. He told me to start playing with her pussy to get her wet, he didn’t have to tell me twice.... After about twenty minutes she said let’s go to the bedroom. Patty stood up and took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom as Joe followed. Some rock music was playing as I undressed and the lights were dim but you could see everything. Joe got on the far side of the bed and I got on my back next to him as Patty striped and started sucking my. ”“I’m Spiro Theodakis myself. This is my wife of sixteen years, Apolline. We are both Greeks from Cyprus, you see. We have owned this place for about seven years now. But you are going to repay us, you say, and you are the boss, so let it be. Would you like to review the stock now, to determine what we’ll be taking with us from here?” the owner, a very olive-skinned guy, tall and slender, in remarkable shape given his forty eight years, informed me.“Sure, in a little bit. First, though, I plan. After a minute, I feel you reach back and start to rub my erection. “See, that’s the kind of initiative your son should be taking. Find a problem, and solve it.” As I grind against your hand, you see purse teetering on the edge of the desk and then it falls over. You bend over to get it and by the time you scoop it, you see me standing on the edge of the desk, my crotch is inches from your face and my erection is pointing out. I look down and say “Let’s see if mom has more initiative than her. But I got out in February, totally cured, and began my long search for Santa. Okay… maybe I wasn’t totally cured. I sort of went through a slightly confused time after that. One day I saw a stranger on the street that looked just like Santa. He was a fat fifty-something with a big white beard. He had this jolly look in his eye, even though he was obviously homeless. He even smoked from a little pipe, just like in that poem about him. I became convinced that he was the actual, real Santa. Why.