" That's fine," I assured them as they helped me bring my stuff upstairs and get settled into the guest bedroom.After saying goodnight I saw the stack...of neatly labeled boxes in the corner with my name on them. I assumed this was the "stuff" they had been referring to. It was almost comical when I opened the first box and realized it was all from when I last lived at home more than seven years prior.I'd never kept a journal, but the knickknacks and class projects brought back a lot of fond. At least Ididn't have to wear the training bra. That thing dug into my shouldersand my ribs. The cups were a new feeling too. My arches of my feet werescreaming from the three inch spikes I had to learn to walk on. The Nextday she took me to a beauty salon and got my hair made up long like agirls. She gave me what they call hair extensions. I also got a lot ofmakeup and spent hours learning how to do it all. She got my eyebrowswaxed. The intensive training continued over the next several weeks. I made sure her eyes followed my every step and that she saw everything I did. I took off my jacket followed by my shirt, my pants, shoes and socks. She was now staring at me in my tight black boxer shorts. I made sure to put the ones on that put my package in good light when I got dressed earlier this evening- and it was definitely working. Time to tease. I laid down on one of those blue loungers that were standing around the pool. The ones over by the hot tub were a bright orange. Kate was. His hips thrusted at me furiously. He placed his hand on the back of my head and I prepared myself for a deep cum unto my throat, which he was hitting the back of. I fought off my gag reflex as much as I could. To my surprise, he pulled out at the last second sending gushes of cum all over my glasses and cheek. A move that I was not happy about. If I knew he was going to facial me, I would have take my glasses off.He mumbled out some meek apology in between trying to catch his breathe..