In fact, we had checked in with the WC on our drive Saturday evening north from New Mexico. We left our cabin after a final gloriously sunny ski day because of reports that snow was heading toward Denver, and we wanted to be on the ride side of that 10,000 foot mountain pass if that was the case.
Miguel assured Mistress that it was nothing to worry about.
"Only a few inches... DIA can sure handle that."
So we stopped for the night in that tiny old mining town at a quaint 130 year old hotel, with a cute little restaurant, planning to finish the drive to Denver this morning. And when we woke up at around 6 am the skies were clear, as you can see from this "on the road" photo.
But north of Colorado Springs the snow began to fall, and we got the word from an airline we will forego in the future that 1) our plane was cancelled; 2) If we are lucky they might be able to squeeze us in on an alternative flight in 3 or 4 days; and 3) there would be an extra charge to fly an earlier flight to a nearby City.
So much for our WC's meteorlogical skills.
I will give the WC credit though: he did invite us to move into his basement suite for the duration of our extended stay in the mountain west. But work cannot wait for Southwest Airlines to find some room for us. We braved an exit ramp in heavy wet snow, found a Starbucks, whipped out the laptops, and made alternative reservations back in Colorado Springs.... for Monday morning.
We hopped back in the rental car, reversed course, dodged spinning pick-ups on I-25, and now find ourselves safely and warmly ensconced in a hotel near the airport. Sadly, the WC was unable to accept our invitation to join us for dinner. Nor would his Executive Editor expect him to risk the company car in this weather.
Mistress did complain to him over the phone that her Slave was unwilling to pull off the snow slicked, whited out highway in search of a lingerie stores so she could acquire an extra set of undies for this unexpected stay. The WC advised that she "go commando" tomorrow, but she whined about the potential chafe involving jeans and tight airport seating.
But there was a happy ending of sorts.
The snow abated by the time we hit the Springs.
And Slave spotted a suburban mall with a Kohl's. That would have to do. Mistress selected the following from the meager selection:
"You like polka dots, don't you Slave?"
And we did find a cozy hotel room. We've already had some nice "between the sheets" time, though Mistress expressed surprise when, after I gave her a nice cum with my hungry lips and tongue, I directed her to suck her "work-a-day" cock.
"You're getting a little 'take charge' aren't you Slave?"
"Remember Mistress.... it is switch day."
Fortunately, Mistress did remember.
And tonight, while Mistress is watching the Oscars, maybe I can find some time to further organize the budding "Tammy Liberation" Movement.
