It'd be a pretty significant financial loss for her to lose a Saturday.Well, I decided I'd let her make that decision, so I called her. She said she'd...be thrilled to go with me Saturday if her manager would approve it. She called me back a few minutes later, excited that she could go. I told her I'd pick her up about nine and suggested that she have a little bag packed to spend the night. I went online to find a hotel in Pendleton and ended up calling five before I finally found one with a room. Along the way we decide to get a couple of drinks. After several hours of sight seeing and drinking we needed to take a break. So we go into Caesars Palace and decided to put a few bucks in the slot machines. She decided to just watch me play and distract me at the same time. She was starting to get Horny and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. I started winning a little bit which was really nice. Then a older black gentleman sits down at the machine next me and I notice he starts with about 2. ”“May I please speak to Paul Hughes?”“This is he.”“Mr. Hughes, my name is Nathan Wei. I’m an attorney, and the executor for the estate...”I listened to him with only half my attention. He offered me his deepest condolences on my, our, loss. It sounded strictly pro forma, but I appreciated it nonetheless. I smiled at my wife and sat down heavily in my office chair. I picked up my pen, flipped the page on the notepad, and began writing as he talked.It was going to be a long couple of days, and I. I pulled over my disco sequenced top, slipped into my under-sized red thong and wrapped a chain belt around my waist, then backed close to the mirror, and twisted around to see how the red thong and chain belt accentuated my hungry little ass…..“Nice!” I thought, seeing how inviting my pussy appeared. That’s always been important to me. Whether I’ve invited a guy over, walk into an adult theater or be a guest as I was today, I want men to KNOW what I am and what I want! I dress like a whore.