My heart was racing and I had to see her again. I was just going to return the card and that's it. I slid the card into the key reader and the lift sh...t up. The doors finally opened to a foyer rather than a hotel hallway. The floor was marble, the vase gorgeous, the light from the window reflected brilliantly. Just ahead was a double door with one door slightly ajar. I peered inside, it was dark, I could hear a soft voice singing on the stereo in some language I didn't know. Marble continued a. By this time, most of the other officers were rubbing the front of their tight breeches, revealing some impressive bulges. As Lydia watched with delight, one of them unbuttoned himself and took out his manhood, which was standing to attention in fine military style. He smiled at Lydia as he stroked it proudly.Lydia could feel Captain Carter’s own member pressing against her plump thigh. She undid his buttons and freed it from its confinement. She could not suppress a gasp of delight, as it. She was all shameless and slutty in the club. She had black-mailed her BF to let her fuck any guy she wanted, at any time in exchange for letting him watch us fuck.We settled down. There were some naughty touches here and there. I groped her boobs and ass multiple times, and she too squeezed my dick. I must say that, Annie ka gaand daba ke, maza bahut aata hai (it is fun to squeeze Annie’s ass). But we didn’t have sex for the first few hours. Also, there was a hangover from last night. So none. "Forced Feminization" was what they called it, a whole genre of bondageinvolving the emasculation of so-called "men". He'd gotten so aroused,that he just had have more - so he did an Oogle search for "forcedfeminization" and came across the transgender fiction site, "FictionalFe-males". They didn't have porn videos, or even photo sets, but theydid have stories... thousands of stories, about men being transformedinto women. Some stories were simply cross dressing fantasies, someinvolved brutal.