Mistress and Slave made it back
to River City Friday evening. It was a long travel day, made even longer by the
dread of returning from our idyllic holiday to a land where our next President
is an ancient, bigoted blowhard who brags about groping the ladies and not
paying taxes.
So we are still trying to focus
on the other things that can make life entertaining. There was some bracing
wake up sex in Mistress’s executive suite Saturday morning, a robust bike ride
before noon, and then some catching up with family and work before an evening
at home, catching up on “Indian Summer” while Mistress allowed me to fondle her
to another end – of – day cum.
On the cuckolding front, I have
continued to maintain Mistress’s AM account while over seas, being fairly brutal
with eliminating pretenders from a tiny portion of actual contenders. For every one potential candidate,
there are about 20 guys like the “gentleman” below, who clearly had trouble
passing his 6th grade grammar and spelling test:
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While this “boating
enthusiast” may not be at the top of
Mistress’s dance care, at least we know who to contact if we need a quick
get-a-way boat should President Trump’s new deportation force comes knocking. It may take a village to survive the next four years.
And if he have to go into hiding for a while until this passes, maybe he can lend us a spare compartment in that "house boat" of his at the marina.