So, Master got me drunk last night and then took advantage of me.  Only, it was more like trying to make out with someone in a coma.  *hehe*  Poor Master.  I cannot handle my liquor.  At all.

I’m traveling with him this week, which is muy cool.  We had a super day yesterday.  Before the drunken stupor.  And hell, even during.  Boy, that man knows his way around female anatomy.  And I was pretty helpless too.  Screaming, but with no real fight in me.  Must be easier in a lotta ways taking advantage of the near-comatose.  That is, when he wasn’t holding my head over the toilet.  Oy.  I remember saying at one point, “Master, this is so unattractive.”  *Heh*

So, that’s all for now.  Having fun!  Wish you were here!

(Okay, not really.  But, you know!  The sentiment is there!)