This was easily managed – that was how this group of sport-crazy boys liked to dress anyway.The girls were to be dressed sexily in short skirts, dre...ses or short-shorts and equally tight tops to show off their boobs – if they had any, of course. This was harder to arrange, but with considerable pressure from our more forward housemates, I and the other shy girls were eventually persuaded to wear clothes much brighter, much shorter and much more revealing that we would ever have dreamt of. But as time caught up with her, she started doubting her sex appeal. She wanted to know if she could still turn on the sexual power ...” CJ’s voice trailed off for a moment as he circled around his wife as he spoke. “I had no choice but to prove her doubts wrong; to prove she was a sexual creature that could drive men wild. And almost … force … her into a lifestyle of spreading her legs to fuck other men.” CJ paused in front of his wife for a moment, looking intently into her eyes as if he was. No children though except for about four babies or preschool youngsters. “They go to school in Chapoti,” I was told. It seemed the festivities were well under way. The deer was being roasted on a crude spit over an open fire and other food was being prepared. Everyone greeted us with smiles and hugs. I tried to protest when a family was moved out and their hut given over to us but they wouldn’t accept that we could sleep in the open. The men carrying our rucksacks brought them inside and we. It's awful."Her mother replied, "Yeah! But still! What you're doing is wrong!" Mom! I'm not hurting anyone." Yes you are! You're hurting your husband." No I'm not. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't suspect a thing."Her mother continued, "He knows. Men always know when their wives are running around. Believe me. They know." Mom! I'm not running around! It's just my manager and I have to do what he wants or I'll end up back in the secretarial pool at minimum wage." Well just be careful. How.