Most likely, she was asking for more chrome on her sleigh or another dozen housholed Elves. Seeing that Santa was too involved with the Elfish helper ...on his lap and whatever he was watching on those stupid VR glasses, she pushed the envelope a bit further.“I think I will go out there and see how that feels for myself. Do you mind?”His “Yes, Dear” did not mean that he minded. It only proved her supposition that she could do whatever the hell she fucking well pleased and he would not have a clue. He enjoyed my nervousness. He pulled me with his strong hand and I am fallen on his chest, he hugged and I felt like no way out. I could feel his hands moving all over my back and it loosen the thread of my blouse top. When its separate , he moves his firm palm all over my bare back. He slowly pull the blouse out. I am topless. Now I didnt see, anyone around us except the guy who is running the chariot, but he dont have any plans to turn back. He told me to stood up, I stood up and balanced. "What's this?" Paul wondered, as he knew he didn't even pick a virtual character image. He didn't even know what images he had to choose from. "The system must be broken." Paul concluded, reaching up and removing the helmet. He felt and saw in the mirror, long raven hair flowing out of the helmet and about his shoulders."Guess whatever game this is, pink is my color." Paul thought as he notice the pink furniture, which included a pink color computer. "Maybe this will have the answer." He. “Well, I was kind of hoping that this time we would get there together.” Her hand had begun softly stroking my shaft and I felt her fingers gently caressing my balls. It suddenly occurred to me that I might keep my mouth shut and take whatever she had in mind. She looked up at me, “Oh, you mean a 69? Yeah, that’s my favorite but not today; this means a lot to me to repay you for yesterday.” She then got real serious, tightening her hand around the base and squeezing. Her eyes locked on to.