We do not allow glass bottles. We were given two towels and one key to room 3. “We will warn you ten minutes before your hour is up.”I asked for a...15-minute warning. She made a note.Once inside room 3 I asked Ted for the $160 we had agreed to. He looked miffed. “Business before pleasure. I will not leave after you pay. If I feel the need to leave early I will return an appropriate amount.” He grumbled and got out $160. I put the money in my purse, the purse going onto one of the little. Why not find out what it feels like to be a beautiful woman? Who knows, you might just like it."It was all so incredibly bizarre. An hour ago, I was resigned to a barren existence. Now a total stranger was opening another door, to a place which terrified me. What would people say? Yet as I looked at her, watched her move and listened to the way she talked, the whole notion somehow seemed less preposterous."What makes you think I'd like it," I heard myself ask."Maybe you won't. Why don't we find. I admit it. I was gagging for it. I wanted her to fill me as she wanted to be filled. She pushed the head in, hard, causing my body to tighten. She didn't give a fuck, grasped my hips and pulled me back. I squealed as my boypussy tried to adapt to such a big cock. If I could of seen her face, it would of been one of wicked, sadistic glee, as she forced me to be the female in the relationship. At some point, I knew, she would allow me to touch my little cock. But not at the moment. It was limp. But I was already continuing on to the bathroom.A few minutes later, feeling somewhat relieved after emptying my bladder and splashing some water on my face, I staggered back out en route to my bedroom. My older sister met me in the hallway."Here." Brandi handed me a tall glass of orange juice. Gratefully, I took it and downed the entire contents in one long pull.Then, smacking my lips and gasping for air, I handed it back. "What time is it?" I asked groggily."Just after 11am," Brandi answered..