Thus things stood until the following Wednesday when Rosemary rang me atwork. "I have arranged everything," she announced. "This Saturday the fourof u... are going to the Rathmoor Hall Hotel Spa for a day's pampering andwhilst you will enter as a male, you will exit as a woman!"And so it came to pass! Saturday dawned fine and sunny and by half pasteight we were all in Rosemary's car driving to Rathmoor Hall. Thisestablishment was a beautiful 18th century stately house but is nowserving as a. The images of the Holocaust haunted my reverie like ghosts of Christmas past. I had to get away from the makeshift newsroom and decided to go to one of the few remaining Cabarets in a bad part of the city seldom visited by officialdom.The place was murky and dark.The darkness was a blessing in disguise because it helped to soften the harsh patterns of disrepair and the rotting fabric in the curtains. It did not look at all like the promised new paradise of the “New Germany” described in the. I moved my hands down, started stroking her thighs, I love the feel of nylon stockings, I reached up and found the top of her thong and pulled it down over her thighs and boots, I could see her pussy was all nice and wet already. I used her thong to tie her hands behind her on the chair. I moved her forward slightly, so her pussy was right at the edge of the chair. She had shaved her pussy in the bath, so it was really nice and smooth, and glistening wet, pushing her thighs apart opening up her. One by one I sucked six of the twelve cocks until the cum welled up from the swollen balls of the young studs and shot into the wine glass that Karen volunteered to hold. Karen was getting delight in egging the guys on to cum in the glass. When the glass held six loads of cum Karen held the receptacle up for everyone to see and dared me to drink it. The glass must have had an inch of creamy white semen in it, some of it thick and gooey and some thin and watery. Karen held the glass up to my.