“I sincerely hope you’ll give the dining hall manager at this hotel another chance. He’s really a good man and runs the best kitchen in the sout...west. I’ve already given him a talking to and explained that sometimes we do have to bend the rules, even if I make them myself.”“What’s his name? We never got around to swapping names yesterday.”“Harrington, William Harrington. He’s a good man, Marshal.”“Who is the hotel manager?”“Marshal Crow, as of right now, you are! That is until you hire someone. The first man now moved to her side and reaching down, began to slap and beat at her tits as I watched them sway from side to side with each blow. There was my whore wife getting her mouth fucked hard by a cock and her tits abused to the point where they now were turning red and bruising and me with a ring side seat to this and all I could say was "What a fuckin' whore I've got" i whispered to my man. I could hear Carmen moaning out with each blow to her tits and each time the man rammed his. I responded by telling her she was a beautiful woman and why wouldn't a guy hit on her? A few weeks later, after another night of her going out, she told me that she wondered what it would be like to be with another man. I told her that we would talk about it but not in the throes of passion as we needed a clear head.A few days later we did talk about it and agreed it would be okay, but everything needed to be totally different: her clothing, makeup, jewelry, even her sexual attitude. I told. But as you guessed it, I'm not normal. There was an itch Ihad to scratch and a fetish that would not wait. I went towards my closetand I tore off the plastic wrap from when last I took the uniform to thedry cleaners. These clothes look just my size now. Before they lookedridiculously tiny. Now I can't wait to wear it.I take of my over sized male clothes. I fully look at myself naked. Ilove the new me. I look to be about seventeen or eighteen. I love theroundness of my butt and the soft curves.