You know, she looks kind of German. I think I'll call her Fraulein Titzerhangen!" "Well, I'd expect you to make a joke of it." Marge snorted. "But I t...ink it's downright disgusting! I mean, after all Fred, this is a family resort! How would you like it if I ran around like that?" "Like I said the lady probably is German honey. That's what they do over there! Nudity is no big deal to them. A lot of Europeans are into it. And to answer your question, I'd like it. I'd like it a lot!" "Come on. " And I'd become a woman," I said with no doubt in my mind. "If it's okaywith you, I'd like to switch and be your wife; I don't want to be a mananymore. You can make all the decisions and handle our finances; I'll bethe kind of wife men dream about. I'll cook and clean, and take care ofyour every need."He could hardly keep from jumping up and down."Do you know how much that means to me? I can finally be in charge,instead of being treated like some pretty piece of fluff!" I wouldn't mind being a. That was their problem, I didn't mind their keeping souvenirs. It wouldn't be the first time nor, hopefully, the last time I left a hotel room to do a walk of shame sans panties with the scent of sex on my skin and cum on my thighs.Unfortunately I had to go down in the elevator first with two early rising couples. My wild bed hair with the strong scent of cum and sex permeating the small space... The two men exchanged knowing grins while the ladies pretended I wasn't there. The concierge was in. There was a few inches of skin between the matching thigh-high stripper pumps and the dress, so that if I bent down or even moved at all, the bottom of my butt cheeks would be clearly visible. But the scanty outfit wasn’t the only cause for my arousal. On my hands were matching latex gloves, the wrists complete with built-in bejeweled ringlets, perfect for restraint. We stood at attention, a dozen beautiful pledges waiting in these identical outfits for instructions from Sandra, the tall and.