Washing herself where anyone going past could see her? That was a huge hurdle.The main concrete path was considered “beach” so people could be nud... or topless. The grass and the side paths were “above the path” where people were supposed to be covered. However, I saw a few topless women on the side path, the area had a “feeling” of being part of the beach. Especially with the rest rooms, women were not going to put on their top just for that.The shower was clearly “above the path” but a sign. But now, you have to get dressed. Now hurry. I don't want you in here all night." And with that she kissed my cheek, patted my ass and left the room with a, "call me when you are ready".I just stood there for few minutes. What was going on? This wild fantasy, my wife, a new man, master really. Strong, assured, confident, tall, very handsome, and a wonderful body that I now know puts mine to shame. His manhood alone is twice the size of mine. And his works better too. I could still taste his. It was like getting sandbagged." You mean like when you invited Candace, knowing I can't stand her," she quipped."I invited Candace, right in front of you," I said. "And I did it for you." How the hell is inviting a woman I can't stand to our house doing something for me?" she said."Because Candace is technically your boss," I said. "I did it to break the tension between you two so you can feel more comfortable at work. So she can look at you in a more friendly light and give you better. Those are all the clothes I have now. I am eithercompletely naked or I'm in my bitch uniform. I lie down and get some restand drift off into sleep.I'm awakened by a loud knock on the door. "Get ready, bitch, you got a newcustomer", says one of the bar workers. I get up, comb my hair, put somecologne on and get myself ready for more black cock. This is my life now. Iwait in my room until called, and then service black cocks when I'm toldto. I never know what to expect. Either a single black man.