“No, last chance.” I was about to be $450 dollars out of pocket. The boss would kill me if he saw that on the hotel bill. I had only one more cha...ce and this woman had the perfect poker face. It was giving nothing away. Not one thing. Hang on, that’s it! I look along her side looking for that tell-tale panty line and I couldn’t see anything. Had this all been a trick? It was all or nothing, I thought to myself. I leaned in close and looked her straight in the eye. “You’re not wearing any. Dinner passed quickly, Ben’s mind mostly moving back to more mundane things like their table’s conversation. Jess was drinking glass after glass of wine, and Ben was enjoying the way she was getting giggly. She went to start her fifth glass of wine, when a passing waiter bumped her chair and splashed wine down the front of her dress.She gasped. “Oh, it’s okay,” she said to the profusely apologizing waiter. “At least it’s white wine!” She handed Ben a napkin. “Can you help me clean up, baby?”He. Thenit dawned on me what Mistress had said. She must have thrown all of my maleclothing into the trash. I would be a prisoner in my own home. I wouldn'teven be able to answer the door. My cock gave away my true feelings as itbecame tumescent and visibly oozed precum. I imagined how nice it would beto do the housework dressed as a woman. Probably as a slave woman, ifMistress decides that's how she wanted me. Slave collar, corset/seamed nylonsand platform heels would be my ensemble. And of. He was not dead when we got to him, but he was in bad shape, probably with internal injuries as well as a broken leg and fractured wrist."Why'n't you jus' shoot him," George asked, loading his rifle. "He ain't gonna make it."I went back to strip the dead while George shot the injured horse and looked through the moaning officer's saddle bags. I did not find anything worth keeping, but George found a fat folder of papers we were sure Captain Foster was going to like, lists and lists of the names.