She became agitated with me. "I'll just take the keys, Shay." She said softly. "You wont take anything. I'm not letting you drive my car for him." I s...ated with an attitude. "Well, we will just see then." Barked Tiffany. I just rolled my eyes and walked away. But Tiffany saw me because she sees everything. As I walked passed her, she grabs my arm. "Shay, are you mad at me?" She asked. "No, I am not. But you're still not taking the car." I said as I snatched away from her. Tiffany pinned me. " His expression was serious for the first time since I had presented myself to him. "Aren't you on the clock?" he asked in a caustic tone. I saw immediately what he was doing. He wanted Bette to walk out by herself, carrying her boxes, dealing with the reporters who loitered. I lifted my chin; I wasn't going to let that happen. "I'm salaried," I said, my tone more than a little snotty. "If you don't like it, fire me. You're good at that, right?" I waited for a moment for him to say something.. We ordered. The young black attendant returned and commented that my wife will most definitely burn unless she puts on some lotion. She reached into her bag and pulled some out and he offered to apply it. I said certainly and he began to apply the lotion to her back and shoulders, working his way down her back to her ass and legs. She was beginning to moan and then rolled over. The young (16-17 year old) attendant continued applying the lotion this time from her feet, to her legs around her. She has no problem visiting me and I am still getting used to her place. Hardly anyone shows up at my house unannounced, while a few of her pals still drop in when they feel like it or if they are invited. Sherry or one of her bitches will ask me which panty I have on and I reply with the correct information, causing much laughter. I am more than willing to prove it to them, even if it does shock the hell out of them. My panty collection has grown, as has other clothing that Sherry and a few.