She walked towards her suite and inserted the keycard into the door, when suddenly, a tall man wearing a ski mask came up behind her and pushed her in...o the room. The door closed behind them. The intruder had her hands pulled behind her back with one hand and his other hand was across her mouth preventing her from screaming. He told her to be quiet and she won’t get hurt. She nodded that she understood. He removed his hand from her mouth and ran his hand down to her breasts and squeezed. Main nain bola k thori c aahat hui to main dusray sofay pay aik dam say ja k baith jaoun ga..boli ok.. or sunao neend q nahi aa rahiME: q k tum jag rahi ho isi liay nahi aa rahi?Ayesha: main to soti hi late houn.isb wali routine hai.Me : same here.. mna bola k koi romantic c movie lagao kya bachoun wala show chalaya hua.Ayesha: zyada romance nahi aa raha tumhain ?Me : tumhain daikh k pata ni kya kya ata dil main yh to phir movie ki bat ki haiAyesha : kya kya ata dil main? Mujhy b to pata. I mean, aside from thetime and money this was costing me, I just wasn't comfortable as awoman; I couldn't get used to the way my hips switched and my breastsjiggled as I walked, and I was also starting to get awfully horny, withmy male organs sealed up inside that false pussy.So I moved fast. Inside of a week, I was living in a small room in KayeDouglas' hotel in upstate New York. My disguise was perfect enough thatI was easily able to pass the "women only" rule and even use thecommunal. I was brimming with confidence as I walked through the town, glancing at my reflection in every window. But when I reached the cafe, I went all to pieces. I started to turn back, but I knew how disappointed Auntie would be. So in I went, head held high.The upstairs part was busy, but I knew that everyone would be downstairs, so down I went, and suddenly I felt okay, and Auntie was smiling, and she stood up and took my hand.There were six in Auntie's little group. All women about Auntie's age.