The Trip to San Francisco

The Trip to San Francisco by slavechylde

Oh, by the way, I won't be online tomorrow night. I am going out with some friends

No, that doesn't let you off the hook. You'll have a babysitter tomorrow night. She knows all about our agreement.

Oh, no! Don't go getting that pissed off look on your face. You won't be half as humiliated as I will be from now on at all your company events—you made sure of that.

Didn't you?

Give me 100 very soft, very light strokes. Barely graze the skin.