She closed the door behind us. We turned the covers back, revealing sheets still a bit rumpled from our night's sleep."Dan," she said softly, "are you...too sore?" No, baby, I'm not. If you're hinting..." I'm trying to be subtle." Those green eyes laughed."It'll help us relax for a nap." Is THAT the only reason?" Her mouth was so expressive. That smirk morphed into an unavoidable grin."Oh, no, there are others. I miss my mate." I carefully put my arms around her. I looked into those green eyes.. As Mistress settles, I begin to bathe her. With my pitcher, I begin to wet Mistress hair, and to wash it. I am so grateful for Paula for teaching me how to do this. Unbinding Mistress hair and washing it, I let my fingers play through her hair, massage her scalp. Her African hair is so different from my own Germanic, with a natural curl that is alien to my own light wave to straight hair.Massaging the shampoo in and rinsing her again, and again. I began to move onto her arms, washing and. The third guard stood against a wall where he could see the entire club. There were three other military-looking men standing near him. Evidently we were not the only ones who brought security with them to this illicit den of iniquity.The room was large and rectangular with a slightly raised stage located in the center of one of the long walls. The area directly behind the stage was covered with a dark blue theater-type curtain. The rest of the room was bare block walls that had been painted a. Apparently not, but I didn’t mind. I knew this bar and the fact that it was an all nude bar made it even more exciting for me.So with my blessing and some prodding, she contacted the owner and he agreed she could come down anytime she wanted. Things were falling into place… So we made a plan and went down on a weeknight when they were having and amateur contest.Now, while she had been a pro a few times in her life, I had been in the audience for way longer and had some suggestions for what to.