Slave was the chauffeur, while Mistress worked on her laptop, using our clever little mobile wi-fi unit. But she did remind me of a potential diversion:
"Slave.... remember I wore those special tights for you today...."
Ah, yes. The peek-a-boo tights. Mistress had a conference call to take at 3 pm, about 1/2 way on our trip, but before she geared up for that, I suggested she put down her work for a moment, to give my right hand the opportunity to provide a little "stress relief".
Always game, Mistress put her feet up on the dash, spread her thighs, and made room for Slave's questing fingers. That little aperture at the junction of those well conditioned thighs popped open with ease, giving me clear access to those slippery and clean shaven folds.
Of course, Slave had to be on the lookout. A Semi driver passing (or being passed) on our right would have had a clear look at what was "unfolding" in our humble Volvo. Fortunately, my mission was accomplished relatively quickly, as Mistress shuddered and moaned, her hips rising up to meet my fingers not long after my little diversionary entertainment had begun.
"Ummmm.... thank you, Slave....that was nice....."
I do think it gave her a little mental break before she had to take charge of her team on the ensuing conference call.
After attending our meeting -- even more impressed that we expected to be about this data driven whiz kid - we headed back to River City, arriving around 8 pm, and settling into our executive suite with some wine and a few snacks to tide us over.
And fortunately for me, Mistress was intent on returning the favor from the orgasm I had delivered on the ride north.
"Why not put in your device (the aneros), Slave.... It's been a long day, and you may need a little 'boost'"
Well I'm not sure it was necessary, but it sure didn't hurt.
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When I woke up this morning, I scanned through our blog role and noticed the jaw dropping headline over at All Mine: Bend Over Jay!.
It turns out that Jay got a little sloppy, and bet the virginity of his ass on the outcome of the U Conn / Harvard Basketball game. He gave Suzanne a 20 point spread, which the "student athletes" at U Conn could not cover.
Oops.
Now Suzanne is (no doubt) salivating at the thought of collecting her bet. And I suspect Tammy may be doing a little chortling too! I do wonder how Jay is going to handle this turn of the tables. Maybe the WC could do another "Tutorial" on taking it like a man. I'm sure our readers would be amused, and it could give Jay a little aid and comfort in his time of need.
