We again didn’t talk very much. I listened to music to try and block all the thoughts that were going through my mind. We got there about thirty min...tes later. He again pulled into the valet parking and we got out of the car and walked into the hotel. We walked side by side to the front desk. “Welcome to the Embassy Suites. My name is Brenda, how may I help you?” “My name is Peter Davis. I have a reservation.” “Mr. Davis, let me look into my computer.” She then took the card key and swiped. I adoredher when she was promiscuous like this; she was born tobe a hard-core tease.Suddenly Linda stood and slowly bent over in front ofher guest. Placing her finger tips into the elastic ofher lace panties she slowly, and very seductively, slidthe scanty material down her long tapered legs. Thealcohol had banished all her inhibitions and all normalsocial restraints were non-functional right now.After straightening up, she walked lazily across theroom, her thin clinging dress hem swaying. He sighed and collapsed on the water bed. It bulged dangerously, but held. It was made of some sort of amazingly tough fabric that probably wouldn't have split even if he jumped on it. How could he have any hope with Sarah now that he was a girl? His insane gamble had failed after all. He was stuck for the rest his life as a centaur. As much as he had enjoyed the power of his new form, the knowledge that he was now female took all the fun out of it. What was he going to do for the rest of his. "Would you like to see me wear one? Take off my left shoe." Fenton eagerly removed her stiletto and the dominant woman slowly uncrossed her legs, making sure he had plenty of time to peep between her glorious thighs; her black tights were crotch-less, and a g-string nestled between the inviting lips of her mature pussy, Fenton's cock stood proud and yearning as he was treated to a waft of her beautifully scented womanhood. Hortense passed the boot to him, and extended her magnificent leg.