In the old bible story, David took on and beat Goliath with his slingshot. Long odds were overcome.
But sometimes its best to avoid a bad bet rather than hope you'll be lucky. So slave plotted a course Sunday night that had us dodging the path of that ugly Goliath snowstorm that was barrelling across Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico in our direction. We drove longer than we wanted Sunday night, heading west across the dark prairie, dotted with grain elevators and silos adorned with holiday lights. We finally came to ground in a rather cozy Marriott in Garden City, KS., a town made famous by Truman Capote when he covered the murder trial that turned into his book "In Cold Blood". fortunately, there were rooms at the Inn and we didn't have to seek shelter in the Clutter family home.
After unpacking a few things, we both collapsed onto our bed, too tuckered to find a late dinner. But slave did have enough energy to provide Mistress with some attention to her clean shaven folds before we conked out for the night. So at least one of our cum streaks remained alive.
Fortunately, slave was able to make up for lost time on Monday. We only had about 6 hours of our drive left, and the snow was now off to the east of us. So there was plenty of time for some leisurely wake-up sex before we hit the highway for our SW hideaway.
It sure was nice to see and feel that sunshine after several days of gloom, as we crossed the high plains, following the old Santa Fe Trail, and caught first sight of the Spanish Peaks and the expanse of the Rockies.
It also allowed us to arrive in our hideaway by mid-afternoon, with the sun blazing on new fallen snow. Someone had a white Christmas!
There was nothing on the schedule....so we found ourselves in bed, long before a brilliant sunset, napping then ....
"How about some worship, Mistress?"
"Sounds good, slave...."
She seemed pleased with my efforts. But wait, there's more....
"Why don't you put in your device slave...."
She was referring to the aneros, which I lubed up and duly inserted. The additional stimulation was more than enough to turn one groggy, road weary slave into one horny slave. And Mistress made sure my hardened cock was put to productive use.
It was a good way to start our somewhat delayed Christmas holiday.
As the sun set here on 2015 at our little high desert hideaway, Mistress and her devoted slave send Happy New Year greetings to all of our friends, devotees and lurkers! 
