." she asked as she inspected my polished black body, the supple latex molded to me. "Oh, nice with the briefs, no need to show off those, yet." I won...ered about that "Yet' as she led me out into the living room, and introduced me to her guests that had already arrived. I began to tend the bar, mixing and serving drinks and hor'devores as more guests arrived, until there was a crowd of 20 BBW filling the room, all dressed casually, chatting and staring at me, almost hungrily. What exactly was. One might say babyish even. But this wasalright with him. It just seemed to fit his sissy baby nature and look. Imean what self respecting male would have testicles smaller then most 8thgraders.With the ribbon now tied in a tight bow he felt for sure that the swellingwould never go down and that thought brought a big smile to his prettysissy face.He thought about putting on some lipstick but then decided against it.After all he thought,it would never stay anyways with him having hispacifier. We went up to the room and I called the concierge again. I told him I needed 2 hairdressers, manicurists and makeup artists in my room by 4 o'clock. His only comment was, 'No Problem".At four the artisans arrived. I know better so I made myself scarce. They were working in the main bedroom of the suite so I went into the living area and made use of the computer at the desk. I had a few ideas I needed to explore. The first thing I went looking for was portable sawmills. I found the usually chain. I did manage to come 3 times, during that 3rd hour, and I was beginning to succumb to the insistent twat pounding of THRUSH's Fucking Machine. With the 3rd hour over, I, again, refused to give up my codeword, and the fucking phallus was replaced with one that was probably 3" in diameter and 8" long. The lab tech woman had to use her fingers to open me up, before she could get the 3" phallus's head inside my cunt. A big whoosh of the lubricant preceded the 1st thrust of the fucking machine. My.