It was 2 am and it was Christmas morning. I just lay down in bed, and without much enthusiasm I thought about the coming day, which I would have to spend visiting relatives, communicating with them only brings irritation, and exchanging gifts with people you see once a year. I have always believed that I can find my money a better use than to spend it on this public. True, if it happens nowhere not to linger for long, getting off with the delivery of gifts and eating treats, the taste qualities of which leave much to be desired, then, at the latest, at 6 pm I will be able to drink in a more interesting company.

I was starting to doze, wrapped comfortably in blankets, when in the living room I heard a rustle. I dropped the blanket and sat down in bed. The rustle sounded again, this time a faint ringing of the bells was added to the sound. Somewhat puzzled, I immediately thought of Santa's Christmas bells. I crawled out of bed. Well, of course, I forgot to turn off the TV, which is another stupid Christmas movie. Well, how much can you watch the same nonsense?

I opened the door and the first thing I saw was colorful holiday lights. The only trouble is that I never had a festive garland or other decoration. Slightly alarmed, I began to gently push my head through the slightly open door, trying to see what was happening in the living room. I pulled back as soon as I noticed someone's shadow on the wall, lit by a multitude of lights.

I looked back at the bedroom door, not knowing what to do.

Come on, come out! Don't make me waste too much time. It would be better if you behave like a man, - said a female voice with a slight English accent.

If this is possible, she grinned.

Intrigued, I stepped around the corner and saw a beautiful woman, no less than six feet tall, standing in the middle of my living room. She looked defiantly straight at me, her hands on her hips. The room seemed to be lit by a multitude of bright colored lights, although there was no garland or lamp.

She had long silky silver hair that reached to the waist. But it was not the gray of an old woman. In appearance, she could have been given no more than thirty years. She was wearing a red leather skinny catsuit jumpsuit that left little room for imagination. It was decorated with white fur. Her legs were shod in stunning black leather boots, reaching almost to the very place where her long slender legs came together. The top of the boots was also trimmed with fur. The boots had five-heel “stiletto heels.” Bottom, around the ankles, and from above, around the hips, boots twisted thin straps with buckles. Tiny bells were attached to the straps, which produced a soft crystal chime with each movement of these lovely legs. long opera leather gloves, tightly fitting hands of a woman who silently looked at me, slightly raising one eyebrow, with an undisguised sense of superiority, harmoniously combined with the fur edge.

Who you are? - I squeezed out a little.

You can call me Mrs. Klaus, ”she said,“ Come here. ” Nearer!

I took a few cautious steps forward.

She beckoned me with her finger ...

Even closer!

I stopped a few feet away from her, leaving between us a sofa separating us. I suddenly felt that my penis, hidden by boxer shorts, began to grow in size, so I moved closer to the couch, trying to hide my erection.

What do you want? - I asked.

What do you want me? In truth, you have been a very, very bad boy this whole year.

No, I was not! - I began to argue in a slightly offended tone.

My accuser just waved her finger tightly around her gloved finger and snapped her tongue.

Was not! - I repeated, starting to doubt the rightness of my words.

In response, she pulled a tiny leather-bound notebook out of the boot of her boot. Opening it, she began to flip through the pages. As she turned the pages, I looked at her body. Breasts were unusually large and sticking out like comic book heroes. I could even see them well, as far as the deep cut of her leather suit allowed. Then my gaze settled on her steep thighs, and I could easily imagine what should be the ass, pulled into the skin. Lowering my eyes even lower, I could not take my eyes off her boots. They were really great. Multicolored lights reflected, shimmering, on their polished leather to shine. Wrinkles were visible on the rise and under the knees, which indicated the excellent quality of the leather of the boots. My dick finally and firmly stood up, saluting the beautiful stranger.

Yeah, here it is! - she said with enthusiasm, obviously, having found the necessary page, - Only this year you didn’t pay for your car parking ten times, and once you took a reserved place.

I was in a hurry ...

She raised her hand in a leather glove, silencing me.

Twice you were stopped for speeding, and both times - next to the school - she looked at me so over the notebook that I involuntarily started.

You lied about your participation in charity by filing a tax return.

Yes, I said, a little proud of myself.

You never leave a tip in restaurants. With the exception of one waitress with whom I wanted to have sex.

It's not my fault they get paid a little!

You sat your colleague to get a promotion.

I was better suited to this place!

She continued to read, and my gaze settled again on the smooth skin of the pointed socks of her boots. Suddenly I wanted to kneel down and kiss these wonderful boots. I shook my head. Where did these thoughts come from?

Are you listening to me? - My guest asked.

Yes Yes! Excuse me...

And finally, completing this successful year for you, you changed your girlfriend with her best friend - she looked at me with disgust and at the same time with a certain degree of pity.

I was shocked by her awareness of this fact of my biography.

On her birthday.

I just nodded.

Right at a party in honor of her birthday.

I could not restrain myself.

Yes, I did it! Anyway, our relationship is at an impasse - I tried to argue weakly.

She turned the page in her book ...

You assured her forty-seven times that you wanted to marry her.

I stared at her, mouth wide open ...

How do you know that? Everything that you said before didn’t worry me very much, but this already seems like an invasion of privacy. I demand an explanation! I know everything ... when you sleep, when you wake up, I know about your bad or good behavior, - she answered, dancing a little on the spot, which is why the bells on her boots melodiously rang. She pulled her long hair back.

I thought you were just ... - I myself could not believe what I was saying - Santa Claus.

She slammed the book and hid it in the bootleg ...

In fact, a lot of staff are working on this.

In response, I just stared at her, scratching my head.

She folded her arms in front of her ...

Have you seen the results of the last census? There are so many people in the world.

She took a few steps towards a pile of gifts prepared by me for my relatives. She was pushing some of them on her boot socks ...

Hm! Tie for your father. Tie for uncle. Tie for brother.

She moved to another convolution. I looked at her extended leg and imagined myself lying on the floor, and this leg, shod in a boot, touches my testicles. I imagined ...