Iknow exactly how he is feeling. I know exactly what he wants."Oh God no," he moans."Drink your beer Brad," I say coldly.He sips on his beer and wipes...away some of his tears and never oncetakes his eyes of the stiff cock that used to be his. His free handstops removing his tears and covers his cunt. His finger slowly tracesthe line of his newly minted pussy. He doesn't even know he is doing it.He doesn't realize what he will do tonight or what he will do asCassandra and what he will do to pass. Room is 2117. You should look to wear something comfortable that will not attract a lot of attention (this time), as you won’t be wearing your clothes very long anyway. There will be further instructions once you get to the suite... your call. Your stomach starts to do a few cartwheels of anxiousness, anticipation, and nervousness. The fantasy part of this has been fun, but this would make things different. However, after a few minutes, you say, “Fuck it. I’m doing it.” The next two days seem. A magnificent bed lay in the sun's light to one side of the large room, easy to the breeze, and the sheets were very white. You gazed for a while at the street four flights below. You were drunk, and high. "I love this place," you said, "it's so hot... and I feel it to my heart". You smiled and dropped the dress from your shoulders. Your flesh blazed in the sunlight against the window. You were hot. Your skin glistened with the afternoon heat. " I feel like a cat," you giggled, and then. Gavin was across from them taking his shirt off as bad as I wanted to look at him I was stuck with Chris waving his 7 inch dick around. "That is very nice Chris."The next thing I knew was Chris grabbing me by the arm and pulling me close to him. His grip was harsh leaving a nice bruise on my arm for later notice. At this point I was stuck and I needed some help as soon as possible. Chris was laughing as loud as he could force himself; rubbing his dick up on my thigh. My anger was getting the.