Wednesday evening found us getting off the highway early, and strolling through the quiet streets of Independence. Apparently it may be the last refuge of fans of Nancy Sinatra, based on the outfit we saw in a shop window, after closing time. Otherwise I'm sure Mistress would have been tempted to get her spangles on.
Yesterday, one of you suggested that we make sure to engage in a sex act in each state we passed through on our journey. Well unfortunately, we rushed too quickly through Indiana and Illinois, but made up for time and opportunities lost in Missouri. If anyone had been watching we "showed 'em".
We toured the Harry Truman Library and Museum before hitting the highway for that long drive through Kansas.
It was 108 degrees, the wind was blowing straight from Hades. The gas stations had "storm shelters" and sold Wizard of Oz T-shirts. Around 4 pm, I pulled into an historic sight - an old Cavalry Fort that stood watch over the Santa Fe Trail. The car told me it was down to 106 degrees.
"Mistress, what if we find some shade, and I give you a quick cum, just to knock Kansas off our punch list."
She gave me that withering look.
"It's so damn hot slave, I can't even think about having an orgasm...."
When Mistress says that, well .... you can tell it's hot.
Mistress cranked up the laptop as we headed into Holcomb, Kansas. She has a strange fascination with "In Cold Blood". Soon we were at the foot of the drive of the Clutter Family Home. Visitors were clearly told they were not welcome. The hot wind was still blowing. Very creepy. (Bit not so creepy that Mistress did not record a little video for her facebook page).
So we went from Harry Truman to Truman Capote in one day.
As the sun began to set, and we crossed into Colorado, we started making plans for the night. The town of Las Animas had an "attraction" I wanted to see in the am. Again, the laptop led us to a little charmingly named spot, across from the Dairy Queen. Mistress reserved over the phone, as Slave dodged tumbleweed.
The price was right.
But then as we approached town, I noted this sign:
"Do not pick up hithchikers. Penitentiary Nearby."
Hmmm.
"Oh... I forgot to mention, Slave. When they quoted a rate, they asked if we had a AAA, AARP or "prison" discount."
As we pulled into town, there was the "charming" Inn, across from the DQ. Low slung, shabby. If "skanky" applies to inanimate objects, it would work here.
We both had images of night visitors from the local prison, not unlike the Clutters.
The vote was unanimous. After a dinner at a Mexican Cantina, with fellow diners that Mistress described as the cast of a David Lynch movie, we moved on....
Fortunately, the next town yielded a more serviceable lodging, even with a Jacuzzi. The hot bubbly bath led us to some Colorado action to please our readers.
Donna, Mistress did not have time to pick up a saddle yesterday. So she had to ride this cowboy bareback.
