.Who spoke first? I pushed the door fully open now . . . It was Rick - smiling that devious smile from his bed, however, it was a very different look...for him . . . and I liked it! His brunette wig was classic, it was like a be-hive hairdo from the early '60's. He had slightly smeared red lipstick, his eyes had a beautiful shade of shadow and was wearing see-through black bra that wrapped tightly around his chest. I could see his tits straining to get out. I stood there - not saying a word. She sat their smiling as I stared in disbelief and shock. Her breasts were perfect and perky and her hair parted to the side revealing a small tattoo on her neck. I couldn't help but be aroused at this point. Then she said the words i though i would never hear "are you gunna do something or just stare the whole time?" i took my shirt off and began to put away my stuff as fast i could. I barely got my toothpaste into my closet before i felt her turning me towards her. she took me by my hips and. As I walk in, she says "Well, well. If it isn't Mr. *****.", looking at me intensely with her typical, ever-smiling facial expression."You know, it has been brought to my attention that some of the people are displeased with certain on-goings around here.", she says while getting up from her chair.She comes a bit closer, saying "Well - you brought it to my attention."Then she turns around again, walking back to her chair. Hang on a second. Where are the black panties? I can feel my cock move a. I had a hat, some clothing, my belt (which was a money belt that contained 250 dollars in gold), with its sheath and holster my pistol and my knife, and my boots.We interviewed for about 2 and a half days. They asked me about politics, and history. They asked me about slavery. I told them I had some knowledge of it, but we never owned slaves. My mother would not have it in our house, because of the way the British treated the Scots. We talked about many other things from my time. They seemed to.