’ Susan stood, wrapped a sheet around herself, and headed for the bathroom. Frank went about the task of collecting clothes. As he got dressed, he c...ntemplated what he could remember. ‘Dinner. I remember dinner. I’m pretty sure we went dancing after. That was fun. My ex never went dancing. But where are we now?’ Frank looked around and saw the room service menu for the Dunesbury Hotel. Shit. Judging by the size of the suite, he realized he was going to have one hell of a credit card statement. “I have just thought about whether I should be using a condom.”“Ha! I wondered if you would get around to worrying about that. I’m on the pill,” she replied.“How come you are on the pill, you couldn’t have known today was going to happen?”She laughed at my discomfort. “I have been on it for over a year now. I had terribly painful periods and the doctor said the pill was the best thing to settle them down.”We all lay on the bed talking and joking together. Rachael, at last, was relaxed; she. Then he explained that in the joint, men have to get their sexual relief from female substitutes - like the sissy in the video. "You'd make your man a lot of money, Keven, if you ever was locked up."I blushed. "But I'm not a queer -" I started to say."I'm not either," he said. Sissies like her are not guys he explained, and if a man has sex with a "girl" like her, it's not homosexuality. He was quiet for awhile, then he said: "You're not a guy either, Keven. You ever dress up - you know in yo. I like teasing, I like the looks I get from men. And Ray was a perfect target. Mostly because he’s married. Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I think he might be kind of into me. I guess I’m too proud for my own good. But I am a virgin and have no intention of fucking anyone until I’m married. I just like to be a tease.***I decided to really put on a show for him. I put on a black bra and no panties. I slid on something of a top that basically was a hoodie that went down my slides and fanned out.