A Tale of Two Cities

Here in River City, things are reliably calm, if a little bland,  this weekend.

The weather is  damp and chill. But the few inches of snow we had last week are long gone.

Last night after work, Mistress and Slave shared some drinks at a local bar with a colleague she wanted me to meet. Someone who found her on Linked In and wants her to get involved in a "start-up" he has imagined. He's a smart but bland fellow, and short. Not Mistress's "type" in a cuckold sort of way.

And the odd part was that he would meet with the two of us only on an evening when his wife was out of town.

"The less she knows about what I'm doing, the better...."

Well that's one approach.  I politely made it clear to this fellow that Mistress has no reason to hide anything from me.

"We've been married a while. And Molly has free range to do whatever she's inclined to do. She doesn't need my permission".

The guy's eyes seemed to open a little wider than normal.  But I'm not sure that he fully understand that what I was conveying was not simply about finance and employment. 

After we finished our beers / wine, Mistress and I headed home.

"So what did you think of him, Slave."

"He's not a total charlatan, Mistress. But he does have delusions of grandeur."

Actually, he seemed like a nice and earnest fellow. But it's obvious he has a crush on Mistress. Shame for him that he's not her "type".

Back at home, we still had time to catch the last episode of Season 2 of Downton Abbey via Hulu.  Mistress is enthralled with this soap opera, circa 1920, featuring a cast of English upper crusters and their servants. Slave is a little less amused, though I do enjoy all of the accents, and the archaic phrasing and social conventions. And when things get a tad too melodramatic, I can always slip to my knees and savor Mistress's clean shaven folds, fully on display and taunting me as she splays across the couch next to me in her short nightie, sans panties.

Yum. 

Bringing Mistress a lovely cum is much more entertaining than yet another round of longing and denial for the luckless Anna and Mr. Bates.

Meanwhile, in Boston and environs, they seem to be in the midst of Snowmageddon. 

We've heard nothing more from the randy cast over at ALL Mine since last evening. But we are deeply concerned. With more than 2 feet of snow overnight, and hurricane force winds, could it be that their power is off? 

If so, how will they post a blog? Or avoid freezing for that matter?

I asked our Director of Security to see if he could hack into the surveillance cams at their Cuckold Compound north of the City, and Bill found some disturbing images for the last 24 hours.

This one appears to show Suzanne surveying her kingdom in the early stages of the storm:

Nice boots. But be careful in that ice. It might not be as firm as it seems. 

But images from later in the evening and this morning raise some concern about the common sense of this trio when confronted with such wintery conditions.  Is this Tammy on "fluffing" duty?

If so, he seems to have lingered a little too long in his task.

And when Jay was finally prepared to deploy the Trophy Cock to please Suzanne.... well, maybe they should have kept the fun inside:

Let's hope they've been gently thawed and survived the night. We don't want them to loose and crucial apendages to frost bite.