You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. We went to the bar for a drink and some flirting. One of the straps of my dress kept falling off my sho...ulder (I may or may not have helped it a little). I could tell he was getting anxious to go to the room as was I.We finished our drinks, then I followed him to his room. In the elevator, I lifted my dress to show him I wasn't wearing any panties. He wanted to reach out and touch so badly but was a very good boy.We got to the room, and he shut the. The celebration continued while Santa and Mrs. Clause walked hand in hand back to their house. The fire in their bedroom glowed invitingly and spread warmth throughout the room. Santa sat down in a rocker near the fireplace to take off his boots. Removing his pants and jacket, he lay down on the bed getting ready for a long winter nap clad only in his long johns when Mrs. Clause appeared wearing another long sleeved garment. It was a full length night gown which was just sheer enough that he. There's no make-up on her mouth or around the dark eyes, no artifice about the tawny hair that sweeps across the forehead and frames her face.There are no clothes, either.She is naked now and more golden than the sand. 'Strip.'Spoken so quietly, he's sure he has misheard. 'Sorry?'She laughs. The sound is husky. Warm. 'My fault. I was thinking aloud. Well; talking aloud.’ A quick shake of the head, her hair tossed as if by a benevolent breeze. ‘I have favorite words. Sometimes, they come to. When should I stop punching?About ten more should do.Allison counted down each one. Three ... two ... one. She stopped for a moment and breathed in and out a few times. Now what?Blocking of course. It’s not good enough to know only how to attack. Allison looked down for a second. No need to punish yourself for not knowing that.But, I should have realized that.Remember the oath? We come into this assuming we know nothing. Therefore, you have nothing to worry about.Allison felt a pout appear on.