I found my phone and was about to call Debbie but Lisa stooped me, saying she wanted to talk to me first. She then laid out what was a idea that she a...d Debbie had for me. Debbie knew how much I enjoyed sex with men, more so then with women, and when she mentioned it to Lisa they thought that maybe they would turn me into a crossdressing slut, to be for the pleasure of anyone, at anytime. After seeing me in that role yesterday and last nite,, Lisa became convinced that I'd love it. She had. Think about it."I went back to my room and then to the computer. I looked up lots of things on it just to avoid thinking about The Monk. I was pretty sure he didn't get that nickname because he was celibate. Then again he had paid Gypsy. He was also trying to make a deal with me. Maybe the Monk was celibate in his own way. Maybe he had attachment problems. I knew I had them, but I wasn't sure I was ready for birds of a feather and all that.I crawled under the blankets and imagined sex with Monk. I felt hot and out of my depth. He surrounded me. His breath coming in short circuit with every move he made. His manly scent and woodsy musky cologne surrounded me in a cocoon of heat and restlessness. I wanted him so bad. I always did.I met him in half strides as he pistoned inside me. His slick back felt good to the touch. Rubbing off my body in a perfumed state, dribs of sweat slinked from him. I wanted to mewl like a cat getting scratched.His hands fondled my other breast pinching the. Honi looked at me, her eyes crossed she poked her tongue out again at me. Turning, she grinned at Jean-Claude. "Can you show Misty to room 13? When she's ready, escort her to the bar. I'll lock and secure everything down here and I'll meet you in the bar.”I followed Jean-Claude up a set of stairs and was led to my room, Rocky sniffing behind us, his short legs allowing him to mount the stairs with easy 2 legged hops. My room was large and cedar scented with a huge window looking out over the.