STORY:SATURDAY WOULD PASS INTO SUNDAY

The perfect day….hummmm….it would have to be either spring or fall when the nights are cool and the days warm….I think it would begin when I was aroused from a sound sleep and glancing down I find My morning erection is being tended to by a set of tender hands and a warm mouth….I would allow her to feed until she was rewarded with My creamy gift….after that it would be a shower and I would be off to the golf course relaxed and ready….on the drive back home it would begin to rain…one of those warm rains with the thunder way off in the distance…I would find My pet waiting on the deck by the pool in nothing but a light sheer robe and with a drink in her hand…now, there in the rain it would be My turn to dine…and it would be her flesh I feasted upon as we were bathed in the rain…she would scream with delight as My mouth took her and when she begged for release I would allow it again and again…a quick nap and she and I would be off…dining, maybe dancing at a club where I would show her off to all there…it would be clear to all who she belonged to and her attention and devotion would be displayed in her submission….on the drive back home the play would begin there in the car….it would build the desire and the yearning so that when Wwe arrived back home there would be no doubt what was going to happen…the play would be long and intense…there would be silk ropes, candles, blades, a crop, and flogger…then when both were exhausted she would be released from her bindings and sleep would overtake us…Saturday would pass into Sunday and in the morning there would be the start of another perfect day.