When our caravan arrived at the seriously gorgeous hotel, we were greeted by Mr. Matsudoki himself, along with over a dozen others, a mix of middle-ag...d and elderly men in suits, plus three middle-aged women in feminine versions of male suits."Welcome, Frank, my friend!" he said loudly as he bowed slightly, then reached for my hand. I bowed back first, trying to match him, then shook his hand warmly. "It is wonderful to finally meet you."I smiled, fought back an urge to bow a second time, and. We heard the sound of metal bars.-there he is!-He said as he got out of the car.We stayed there till 6am. Then, his brother, Salih, departed. We came to know that his parents are not at home and will not be here till Monday. Damn! He has entire two days to enjoy me!As soon as his brother left, he took me in his arms and went to his room. I was holding his neck, happily. I was unsure about my future, but I submitted to it anyway.Inside his room, he laid in his bed with me and we started lip. She was with an old man and his two beautiful assistants. I need to change, just a moment, I told them. No, no it's okay the old man said. It was the tailor. Twenty seconds later they were all in the room fitting me for a suit. Oh, I just love Vivaldi, Mayako was saying. My eyes kept running up and down her legs, then over to those of the two stunning assistants, who couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, both in matching lilac dresses and light stockings, pink heels, perfectly cut of. First, she had removed my leather G-string, soaked it in hot water, andre-tied it in place more snugly than ever. It was cruelly tight and onlythe slightest masculine bulge was visible. Moreover, I realized that as itdried, it would shrink, compressing my genitals into an even smallerpackage!Next, she decided that my figure should be a bit more feminine. I waslaced into a corset that must be nearly as confining as Giselle's, takingsix inches from my waist and making me breathless with pain. The.