Then she does your makeup while you watch in the mirror. You are getting excited and she notices and puts a girdle up to cover your hardening conditio.... You are incredibly pleased. You and she go to the kitchen and she instructs you on how to treat your man as a woman and cook dinner. She leaves you and comes back with a wig to complete your appearance. She says tomorrow you will both go out and get your own female clothes and see the doctor about hormones. You are pleased and go to bed wearing. One of the things he said to me as we drove to the hotel was he wanted more exotic women this weekend. He had a list of types he was looking for and a black woman was near the top of his list. For me I told him I wanted a curvy woman. I had been with a petite woman so long I was forgetting what a curvy woman felt like. As Rick chatted up the chocolate goddess I found my mark. Not a customer but the waitress. Man she was sexy. She had bronze or tan skin I could not tell. But she looked. Somehow, it was decided at this point that, to save time, if a double-six was thrown by either of them it was Game Over, and I had all the forfeits at once.The game continued with me still trying to keep arms across my tits as much as I could, but with only one more item won from each of the men, I had my first forfeit. Which by the throw of the dice turned out to be a naughty pose for them to photograph. They settled for having me sat in an armchair, a leg over each arm and my arms wide. We can take a cold shower, get into clothes and sit in armchairs downstairs…’ Beth made a desperate low noise and coupled us fiercely. ‘Fuck me, bastard!’ She had all kinds of tension saved up. The underused cunt wanted what I was providing. The emotions abused by the cheating husband overflowed into a string of oaths and curses. The energy released by the events of the day and her fine team performance went into thrashing limbs and heaving pelvis. It took minutes to flush out but finally she.