She told him to stay there. He sat quietly. Hewas afraid she was going to wake up Sharon. "You need something to match your pretty panties. Here put ...thesestockings on." She handed him a pair of black mesh thigh highstockings. He slowly put them on. Then she brought a black lacy braand helped him by hooking it for him. She stuffed a pair of heavycotton socks in each bra cup. Then she slid a black slip over hishead. Then came a sleeveless red dress, which she zipped up theback. "I always. "He opened the bag and found a pair of women's stretch slippers, the kindmade of gray sweatshirt material."You need something else to wear around the house on the evenings whenwe are relaxing together. They will be nice when you are not wearingstockings or when we come home and you want to slip out of your shoes,"she suggested."They are very nice. Thanks for thinking of me," he said slipping offthe flats he had been wearing since he got home and trying them on. Inhis last few years he had. I didn't reply as he again questioned, "You like my black cock in your mouth don't you boy?" This time he twisted harder on my nipple as I nodded up and down, my mouth filled with his cock. "Tell me then, tell me what you like." "I like your cock in my mouth," I replied removing his dick now dripping with my saliva. Mark took his dick in his hand and rubbed it across my face, pressing it against my lips, continuing to taunt me, telling me how I was now hooked on his black dick.He told me to. "A sleepover is what I had in mind," I replied."What time?" she asked."Better make it seven. I've got the first of the Christmas parties tonight." Seven it is. Have fun at your party, Santa."I'm an unlikely Santa Claus. I'm only twenty-eight, which is far from the right age of three hundred and something. I'm six six, which is about a foot-maybe a foot and a half-taller than the jolly old elf. I weigh two hundred fifty pounds, which is about the right weight for Santa, but mine is all muscle. I.