Basically he was ‘hot’ and had got my pulse racing at the thought of some fun and games, all just fantasy at that moment.My colleagues had just le...t and he was still at the bar, me at a small table. I gazed in his direction with the hope that he would look my way. I could see the outline of his lats on his back through his shirt, nice firm ass and I imagined toned looking muscular legs in the trousers he was wearing. I had to cross my legs as I had started getting hard and the bulge was. Rhonda always wore a skirt or a dress and heels. Her undergarments ranged from a simple bra and panties to long line girdles or a bustier and of course a garter belt and nylons or pantyhose. iI needed to clean up before being with Rhonda. I went into the bedroom and sat my suitcases down. I undressed and went into the bathroom and ran the shower. The hot water rinsed the airport grime off of me and I felt clean for the first time in hours. I toweled off and returned to the bedroom. Harry was. I'm repulsedand disgusted by the thought. Jasmine is doing a happy dance.The trainers tell me that everything will be easier after I've beendeflowered. Once I experience what it's like to be a woman, the malepart of me will begin to fade. I'll be happy. Happiness is just aroundthe corner. Just stay obedient. Follow the program. That's what theytell me.Other breeders in training, breeders who have been fucked, they tell methe same, but it's not as a happy a story. Being fucked is like. It looked wireless and hidden to look like part of the fixture. “where is his computer?” I demanded and she led me to a small office he had made in the basement. The computer was on and I flicked on the monitor.“wish he would turn that stupid thing off when he is not here, waste of hydro if you ask me” “maybe he can’t darling because of the camera”“what do you mean”I showed her a little icon on the screen that looked like an aperture and said home theater. When I clicked on it it showed me.