Whatever anticipated embarrassment when the elevator door opened, it was gone. If another room door opened, I didn’t care. My body was on fire. I tu...ned and walked backwards a few steps as we approached the room number. My breasts jiggled and bounced, enticed them. As we waited for the door to be opened, hands were suddenly covering my naked body. A finger slipped between my legs from behind. I opened my legs and the finger found my hole just as I was encouraged to step inside. I sighed at the. “I figured you could use a little breakfast.”He closes the door and turns to find the woman already setting out the contents of the bag onto the small table in front of the sofa. “I wasn’t sure what you ate, so I got a little variety,” she says looking up at him.“That’s fine,” Spencer answers shortly. “I meant to ask you about what you said yesterday about being ready for anything.”Angela pauses halfway with putting a bagel to her mouth and looks hard at Spencer. They lock eyes, and she stares. I’m quite impressed. But, how?” I was so confused and it must have been obvious to her.Once, again, she rescued me from myself. “It’s a combination of hormones, breast enhancement, constant skin care, make-up, hair styling, and voice training. But probably most important is attitude, appreciation, and observation. I have carefully watched biological females for years, watching their every move, appreciating everything they do, and changing my attitude to be the same as theirs.”This was. Come on. Let's go up to my room, and get my camera. Then we're off to your room, to measure you, and set up the table on your computer."Bea ran off to our rooms and I followed, watching her cute little butt bounce with her running up the stairs. I smiled, evilly. I didn't want to make love to her. I thought I could learn more about females in general, though. I got my camera, and a tape measure made of cloth. Then I went to Belinda's room.I set up the table on her computer and said, "Ok,.