You could not believe you called the concierge to have a masseur sent to your room. You felt very naughty and daring as you answered the door wearing ...nly the hotel’s robe. It was long and plush and wrapped around you completely. You were naked underneath it. The masseur introduced himself and he promised you that you were in experienced hands. He had a slight grin on his face as he unfolded the massage table and spread out a towel.He told you to lie on your chest. You timidly slid on to the. Even atthat point, I felt a million dollars.Next was my makeup, I put a 'bib' around my neck so that no makeup wouldfall on my dress, remembering what Mum and Auntie had told and shown meI carefully applied it, making sure I did not plaster it on but used itsparingly so the combined colours would blend smoothly together.After this I did my hair, backcombing it then brushing it so it wasloose then getting a purple piece of ribbon tying it in a small bow withthe ends hanging down slightly, just. We arrived at Brasilia in the fourth day afternoon. We were received by asign written in Portu?ol:"Bienvenidos a Bras?lia - Capital de la Uni?n de las Na??es del Sur"Translated: Welcome to Brasilia - Capital of the Union of the SouthernNations (USN)The sign contained also a map, showing the old borders of the UNS at itsmaximum extension, which corresponded mostly to the South Americancontinent, excluding a small strip parallel to the pacific ocean in theSouth, a large portion of the northwest. I am a forty year old father of three who is married to a thirty-eight year old wife and mother who just happens to be the woman of most men's dreams. Smart, witty, the face of an angel and the body of a porn queen, I worshipped Bonnie and the ground she walked on. Regardless of the fact that Bonnie was every man's wet dream she was still a virgin when we married and one year later she was the mother of twins. I, on the other hand, had cut a pretty wide swath through the ladies before we were.