Blame it on Global Warming?

It was an oddly balmy day for late January in River City. Temperatures in the mid-60s?  Of course there's no such thing as global warming, right?

Maybe it was the weather that got Mistress and Slave a little randier than normal.

There was some steamy wake-up sex before we both headed to work.

Then it turned out Mistress was stopping by at a client's office in my building at mid-morning. When Mistress stops by, no matter how briefly, the first order of business is a sp,e appropriate worship. Slave slides the chair against my (unlockable) door for a little privacy. The soft and absorbent blanket is placed on its seat and Mistress settles into her throne. 

Yesterday, though they probably weren't necessary, she had on her black tights and lace up knee scraping black boots. So she had to slide off one boot and wriggle off a leg of those tights to give Slave access to her clean shaven folds.

Falling to my knees, I went to work, and soon had Mistress squirming in her seat to a nice little mid-day cum. I didn't take a picture, but this illustration from a new blog I found (and listed on the role) called Lipstick and Ligature suggests that office worship has a long and international tradition.  I just need one of those overstuffed chairs:

 But one comment on this guy's technique: not sure old Mick's aging knees could handle the "deep knee bend" approach he is using in this illustration. Ouch. Let's hope that lady cums as quickly as my Mistress.

Soon she was off for another meeting, but not before I mentioned I'd be home a little early, after a dentist's appointment. She then decided to head home early too, since she'd be at a meeting closer to home as well in the late afternoon. I mean why truck all the way back downtown?

Which meant we were both home by  4 pm.  I sorted through Mistress's AM in-box while she handed a call with a client.

I've gotten pretty cut-throat when it comes to deletions of her many potential suitors, knowing more about Mistress's particular standards as the process has unfolded. Yesterday I was happy to delete two dudes of the "passing through town, so lets hook up" genre.

"That's what escort services are for, Slave...."

"Exactly".

Any guys who, in their first contact use the words "babe", "sweetheart" or "cock" are also sent back to cyber oblivion.

Plus anyone from a little town called "Union, Ky."  We think AM must have done an intensive marketing job there, because 2 out of every 5 guys between the ages of 25 and 65 must have an account.

After Mistress was done with ehr call, we quickly shelved the idea of a pre-dusk bike ride,  stripped off the work clothes and settled in between the sheets.

There were other priorities.