Sex Toy Profiteers Pack River City

Mistress and Slave had a lovely and laid back empty nest weekend, at least through Sunday evening. There was plenty of time for me to worship those clean shaven folds, which had quite a workout on Friday. And of course Mistress indulged her work-a-day cock friday evening, Saturday morning, and again on Sunday.

I really am a pampered house slave, aren't I?

But, alas, the Mistresses in training are back in town, and we've been busy at work these last few days. Fortunately, there are only about 18 days left before the college year begins! Light at the end of the crowded nest tunnel!

On the drive to work this morning, we did catch a glimpse of the babes in town for the annual sales
conference for a local company that sells sex toys tupperware style. They've been here before: a collection of seemingly boring middle American housewives, with pink accessories, pink hair, pink shoes and jackets and branded shopping bags, here in River City to party and confer as a reward for hitting their sales targets for the past year. (Am I missing something, or is pink the Anti-sexy color?)

Just think of all the pocket rockets, ball gags, green "Fuck me I'm Irish"  thongs and strap-ons these little ladies had to pedal in living rooms and condo social halls in towns like Topeka and Little Rock over the last year to win the honor of two days and nights  in our humble river town.

At lunch time, Slave couldn't help taking some I-spy shots of these sex toy profiteers as they strolled our not so busy by ways. (Nothing says "buy my sex merchandise" than flipping your ciggie onto our side walk, lady!)

And Mistress, who's fashion sense is a bit less flashy (and more sexy, I might ad) observed:

"I bet some guys can get lucky tonight if they hit the downtown bars with these ladies in town."

No doubt. Plus they might get free lube samples!