Perfect Night

It was just about a perfect night here at the UCTMW World HQ:

Bike ride in 72 degree weather, under the late evening, daylight savings time sun. Is this really mid March?

At home, Slave delving into those clean shaven folds (for the 2nd time today, btw --- lunch time worship too at Mistress's office conference room).

Mistress then directing her slave to insert his "device" (the aneros) to make sure her cock was well dimensioned for some wet and wholly riding.

After that, a smoked salmon salad, and fixating on the primary results from the redneck Riviera.

Exercise. Sex. Politics.

Can't beat that.

The only cloud on the horizon was news that our Western Correspondent may be abusing his UCTMW expense account again.

Mistress read me a series of disturbing text messages on the drive home.

Apparently Miguel had gone in for a little "grooming".  Imagine the concept of a Brazilian wax meeting the special occasion cock.  And, according to these texts, the SOC got a little "angry" with the provocations of the waxer.

"Then he asked if I wanted to see a picture, Slave."

"And what did you say....."

"I said 'No'.... I already have of those SOC pics that keep reproducing themselves in my Cloud...."

I can vouch for that.... try spending a few hours purging cock shots from an office computer and you can feel my pain.

. Makes me want to re-write that old Rolling Stones song..... "Hey cock, get out of my cloud."

I just don't want to see that wax job ( with an unreasonable tip) show up on the UCTMW Amex card.