With that she dropped the bags and walked out closing the door behind her. One by one I began to open the contents of the bags on the bed. I couldn't ...elieve my eyes!!! My wife had brought me a black lace panty and bra set in silk, black lace pantyhose ,a black silk lace camisole. a shoe box that stated-black five inch sling back stiletto heeled shoes and a grey pinstriped jacket and skirt. Oh no I wasn't wearing this crap, no how no way. Then I heard her words in my head saying that I had. But he knew that his parents would not tell him everything if he just asked. There was only one thing he could do. He walked in with a broad grin on his face. It sounds like it will be a good party, its a pity Emma and I cant come. Said Steve. Errr. What, ….. the er ….. the nudist club party. His father said hesitantly. Steve looked at his father. Nudist club party! No, I dont think so! I was in the hall listening. I heard everything. Steve saw the colour drain from their faces and knew that. She had been looking at the framed photos of the masked and numbered Black Studs on the wall and written down a selection for later. I noticed how long she was speaking to the Madam of the evening and the Madam seemed to be arranging something? It turned out that Cynthia had been working in mid-Africa as a missionary Lady, well she had the money to indulge that passion. I spoke to her with interest but what was her reason for being here? She worked for a mission, mostly housing orphaned boys to. The trucker says thank you, zips up and leaves. My pimp says that I can clean up at the hotel, and we walk out a short time later. I can see the trucker talking to a group of guys as we walk out, and I know he is telling them what just happened. My pimp hands me several business cards and tell me to go give them to the guys. As I walk over to them, I see that the card says “Rest area Whore, here every 4th Saturday. Will do anything.”. I hand one to each of the guys sitting there, and turn to.