Charlotte opens the door to a room. But it's not hers. It's a largemodern hotel suite. Which is a touch more upscale than anything I'veever seen (a...Hilton maybe) and, I'd imagine, very large by New York City(or European) standards. She mentions that she has two rooms like this,and that they don't usually look this way, as "the Sissies" are allowedto personalize them.Soon, we backtrack to a door connecting the two buildings. Charlotte hasno key to open this, but the lock clicks.This was. She had one corner of the basement sectioned off with dressers, a TV stand, and a computer desk. Her bed was in the corner, beneath posters of her favorite actors and movies. It looked exactly like a teenage girl bedroom, except the walls were covered in dark-brown paneling instead of pink paint."Cool," I said."You like?" I like." Well it's not much, but being way down here, it keeps my mom from hearing the wild orgies I have every night." Right..."There was a shelf of videos in a corner next. We watched as Roy took one of Lisa's breasts in his hand, then leaned down and kissed it. Soon, he was alternating between her breasts, pushing his head hard against them, sucking and nibbling each one in turn. I looked at mom. She watched them with no expression on her face. I don't know whether Lisa and Roy thought we weren't watching, or just didn't care, but they continued their games. We watched as Roy reached down and lowered the bottom of Lisa's bikini. She stepped out of them and held. "Applying long lasting cosmetics," the machine announced. Koji winced atwhat he saw coming at him. It was a horrific looking metal mask with lotsof tiny pins sticking on the outside of it. It was forcefully attached tohis face and he could hear the humming as it sprang into action.Thankfully he felt no pain this time. As a matter of fact, it kind oftickled. Hundreds of tiny air streams were shooting cosmetic paint allover his face and arranging it accordingly. After what must have been.