I could see her being an underwear model for Lane Bryant, standing in a white lace corset, garter belt, white stockings, and g-string panties. Her bre...sts would bulge over the cups of her corset creating a distracting amout of cleavage. Suddenly my dick is getting hard looking at her. I look back down at the papers.I started discussing her case, working through the papers she brought with here. As we talked about her problems, I was thinking about her in a black chemise with black thong. She was looking gorgeous in that outfit.I asked her where she want to go?She told me that she want to 40 miles ahead of that location if I could drop her there.I agreed quickly and who will say no to such pretty girl.She sat iny car and I started driving when we reached about 4 miles ahead of the previous location she told me that she want to pee so I should stop my car near any toilet I agreed and after a mile or so I stopped near a motel.We both got out of my car and she went to the restroom. Now I need to rest."I let Ingrid wander off without saying another word to her even though I had a thousand questions for her. Instead I focused on the immediate needs of her and her people. The first thing I did was summon Sarah Williams and the two nurse-trainees from Oak Hall to help Felicity in treating the sick and the injured. The consortium delivered them and their medical supplies when I asked for them. The consortium also transported my mates and my party to the valley. Kola and. “Those are some hot ladies of ours, eh?” “They sure are,” I replied with a smile. “Pam sure looks good in that dress.” “Yeah, Kate looks great too.” John took the drink offed from the bartender and grinned mischievously. “Maybe we should trade tonight?” he asked lightly, raising an eyebrow. “What? You're crazy,” I said shaking my head. “Why not? This is Vegas after all,” he said casually. “I've seen you checkout Kate. She told me she thinks your cute.” “Really?” I said surprised. I was.