She looked at me n' said, "Lordy, you look like you've been through a war and lost. Get yourself in the bathtub and wash all that grime off yourself. ...'ll bring down some fresh clothes." Well I still got some work to do." I've got something else in mind. Now, get yourself cleaned up."The tone of her voice didn't brook no arguments.I was so tired, I nodded off to sleep two or three times sittin' in the tub. I finally got out and dried off when the water started getting' too cold. When I stepped. It’s my job to make sure everything is working, everything’s clean and tidy. I’m the first one in and the last one out. For the first year I used to find any excuse I could to go into the showers and the locker room when it was busy, or when one of the regular muscled guys was in. There were a few guys I fucking loved, big muscled bods and hung hooded cocks swinging around. It was so hard not to want to just sit in the showers and wank watching those guys with their big dicks semi hard. Things. She then ordered me to put my thighs together.Ana then tied a leather belt around my thighs, so I could not open my legs…I turned around again and my wife smiled, saying now I looked like a girl.Ana finally ordered me to go down and wait for Simon and Stephen.I could only take small steps; but I managed to go downstairs.A while later I heard a car pulling into our driveway.Both black men came in and I said that my wife was waiting for them upstairs. They opened their eyes in surprise, as they. I went shopping in Fethiye. I drove our car to a big supermarket to restock our larder. It was hot and sunny, so I was wearing a vest top, plain lime green, and black skirt, not a mini, but just above the knee.I filled my trolley and made my way to the checkout. It was very busy, and there was a small queue at all the checkouts. I was behind a guy who was pretty obviously on holiday. When it came to his turn, the checkout girl asked him in Turkish if he had a loyalty card. He hadn't, so I lent.