Once I was strapped in we set off on the twenty five minute drive to Santa Monica.“So,” James began once we were under way, “have you got any pl...ns for tomorrow?”“Sleep,” I said.He chuckled.“All day?”“I don’t know about that, but right now I feel I could sleep all week.”“True,” he said, “I’ve been there, done that, and the T-shirt wore out a long time ago. At least in the apartment, you can sleep as long as you want. We’ve stocked you up with basic stuff, bread, milk, coffee, eggs, bacon. You. Each time I would come out with a new article of clothing on. It took a couple of times before my husband noticed. When he did, he knew something fun would be coming of this little game. Eventually I had gone from jeans and a polo shirt to leather skirt, nylon body shirt, short jacket, thigh highs and heels. The jacket covered my tits, the skirt wasn't too tight or short and the heels were not too high. I managed to eventually change into sexy wife without being a prostitute in this family. And for some reason, Neils was still looking. So I decided to try a more direct approach. "Normally stare at cock Neils?" I asked. He sort of mumbled a "no" in reply, but he was still looking and still had his cock out, which had grown a Bit. So deciding I couldn't be bothered playing any games, I knelt down next to him. "I'm just gonna say, Neils, that if you want to stick your cock in my mouth, you can. If not, we'd better head back up"After a small delay, I expected us to be heading back. Harrington,” Eli said as they shook hands.“I have just one question, Mr. Harrington. Do you happen to know if we own a hotel in Kansas City, Missouri?”“Yes, there’s one up there. The Wyandotte, I think is what the one up there is called,” Mr. Harrington answered and saw a big smile cross Marshal Crow’s face.“This really is amazing!” Eli said.The cooks and servers looked on, wondering what the Indian lawman dressed in buckskins was doing back in the dining hall again today, after storming out of.