.now, if old Kris Kringle could grant you anything you wanted as a reward, what would it be?"My reply leapt into my mind, a lewd image of me fucking M...ommy, making her scream just as Santa had, but before I could open my mouth, Santa grinned and said, "Just as I would've suspected." He studied me appraisingly for a moment and said, "How old are you now, John?"I told him and he nodded. "I thought so. Well, just keep being the same naughty and discreet boy you are now, John and who knows, but that. .W-what should we call m-..." Ox stopped, his glare over his shoulder apparent even though his eyes could not be seen, "How 'bout nothin'? You need to talk to someone you can whisper to yourself... don't give a shit what name you use to do it." The frail man gritted his teeth, the scorn now an all too familiar sensation from his past that he could not fully recall; "The hell's your problem with me!? I kill your mom or som-..." The dark man turned, his broad frame towering over his follower so. Taking her hand I confidently stride towards the entrance. The Maître d recognising me welcomes us and we immediately are shown to our ‘quite’ table. The Maître d calls over a waiter and withdraws wishing us a pleasant time. I once more slide my dress up so my naughty pussy only wets my seat. After studying the menu we easily decide on a light salad starter with duck pate. To follow we both take a fish dish. My figure will not allow a desert, not because of the calories but because sex on a. ' But it might as well have been all made up.Alicia knows a lot about me too, but she also won't ever be certain if it is truth or fantasy. I told her my name was Angelique Sophie Jonckers, born near Brussels in 1981, about 24 years old when we first met. Even though I gave her a wealth of details about my physique, my past, my business and the place I live, she might doubt them just as I doubt hers. In her own words: I could as well be 'a man ... or have some horrible disfigurement ... you.