At that exact moment Amanda was sitting at a table beside a pool, a light buzz hitting her, sitting across from a well built very tall black man with a tight muscled body, at least 6 foot 4 inches. Beside him was another black man, not quite as dark, but every bit as muscled, Sika was about 6-2.

When they left the office, the President seemed very pleased that she was staying-"Lovely," he said, heavily accented. He didn't touch her. It was Sika who whispered, "come with me, we will join him in a few minutes." He led her down a hall, led her onto an elevator that opened on a white tiled room with an antiseptic smell. A nurse took a small vial of blood while Sika waited. "We are very health conscious here," he explained.

"I have not been with anyone but my husband in 20 years," Amanda said.

Sika smiled a knowing smile. "Good. My President will be honored." He nodded for the nurse to continue the testing.

When the nurse was finished, Amanda had her first opportunity to ask Sika, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do-I've never done anything like this before."

"You really are Paul's wife?" Amanda nodded. Sika smiled broadly, "The President will be even more pleased. He is honored that your husband would share you with him. He is quite taken with your beauty."

Sika stare at her clothing, looking her up and down. "OK, to answer your question, you do know what to do. You've had sex. You will have more sex. You will be our President's companion until Monday. As this is a holiday weekend in our country, you will accompany him to our brunch tomorrow, and then to a special private celebration event tomorrow night, other than that you will be available to him as he wishes."

"Sexually, you mean, just to be specific?" Amanda asked hesitantly.

"Absolutely sexually. This is what you understood, is it not?"

"Yes, but I just wanted to be certain."

Sika took her to a small dressing room, with a closet hanging with multicolored rectangular cloth garments. "Outside this building everyone wears traditional dress, as everyone will throughout the holiday. Pick out several garments, please."

Amanda was lost, but she picked out a few whose dominant colors were within her preferences, but they were simply long rectangular pieces of cloth. She started to wrap one around her like a towel over her clothes.

"No," Sika said. "First you must remove your Western clothing." Amanda paused, waiting on him to leave. He made no move. "Our traditional dress is the wrap only goes around your waist. Every adult woman displays her breasts. You asked that I let you know what you are supposed to do, that is why I am waiting to be sure your dress is appropriate."

Amanda self-consciously removed her blazer, and skirt, stepping out of her heels. She was still wearing the white blouse and thong panties. She felt her face flush, but at the same time she was getting an erotic tingle to realize she was standing here in nothing but her underwear in front of a black stranger. "The rest, please." Sika said, and Amanda turned her back to him as she unbuttoned the blouse. As she had promised Paul for this anniversary trip, she had not packed any bras, and her breasts were in view as she shrugged off the blouse.

Amanda felt foolish crossing her arms over her breasts as she looked up and realized she was undressing in front of a mirrored door. She lowered her hands to her waist and bending over lowered her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them. She slowly turned.

Sika showed no emotion or attention as he took one of the cloth pieces she had chosen, and carefully wrapped the cloth around her waist, with snaps and clasps holding the cloth in place. It did not quite meet and Sika arranged the space where the cloth did not meet to her side, which revealed her body from the side to be totally open, except for the small clasp that connected the two ends of the cloth. Her entire leg and hip were visible with each step. Amanda felt her nipples hardening under his gaze and the cool air.

"Traditional dress for our women in our country is they do not wear anything other than bracelets, necklaces, and sometimes paint from the waist up." He pointed to a selection of necklaces and ivory bangles. He noticed Amanda's flushed face. "Don't worry, I promise after an hour you will not even pay attention. Every woman you encounter on the grounds will be dressed as you, but few will have large breasts like you, or your large thick nipples."

Amanda forced herself to keep them at her side. She chose a bulky thick necklace and three ivory bangles for her left arm.

"Now for lunch," Sika said, again extending his arm which she took. She couldn't believe she was getting ready to walk out in public topless, on the arm of this dark black man, as nonchalantly as if she was walking into a restaurant downtown.

A thought crossed her mind of Paul. I bet he wishes he could see me now, she thought, pulling back her shoulders and thrusting out her breasts, capped now with her erect nipples.