"But you've broughtbad men with you." "Bad?" said Sam. "Yes. They want to hurt me and my sisters. You don't want that to happen,do you?" "I . . . don'... think so," said Sam. "Of course you don't, because you're a good man," she said. Thenshe came up beside him and knelt down next to him. "Do you think I'm pretty?" sheasked. "You're . . . lovely," he said. "Would you like to touch me?" "Oh yes." Very gently, she took one of his hands and placed it between her legs, sothat the fingers brushed her. Once dry I slipped on a robe and sat at my dressing table andcarefully teased my hair back into shape. I then applied my make-up, usinga palette of pink tones for my eyes and a "bubble-gum pink" lipstick. OnceI was satisfied with the appearance of my face and hair, I started to getdressed.First off I pulled up a pair of white, elasticised panties and carefullytucked my male member back out of sight. The flesh-coloured dance tightswent on next before I turned my attention to my boobs. I had. If you're still single then, you're on!"We smiled at each other for a while. Then Summer gave me another hug and another quick kiss. We said our final goodbyes and I got in line to be x-rayed and otherwise inspected by airport security. It was with a mixture of elation and sadness that I finally headed home.That mixture continued for the next several days. Work seemed boring and my house drab by comparison to my memories of Nevada. Yet it also felt comforting, reassuring really. Like it was. Feel free to add on to the story as well.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCXGJQYZ9JATaylor sighed as she stared back at the mirror. For once she just wanted to be herself, but her four body guards outside the luxurious bathroom would never let her out of their sights. Sometimes Taylor hated all the fame, all the money, sometimes she wished she could go back to being herself.Taylor glances down at a folded up piece of paper, a note from her current boyfriend Joe. Joe was the only ting in her.