“Don’t know. Don’t care. It feels good. That’s all that matters to me.”The next moment caught them entirely by surprise, all three of them.A...man walked around a corner and into the orange, crystal light. In his open palm was a golf ball-sized shard of crystal glowing with a dim, beige-colored light. He was naked, thin, pale, middle-aged, and otherwise thoroughly unremarkable looking. Dirty, blonde hair barely covered his scalp in wispy, strands. His eyes, a pale brown, flew wide open as his. More along the lines that precum was dripping on the couch and his hand clutching his shaft was giving himself a squeeze every few seconds. Mara pulled the lever in Mike’s head that lowered his inhibitions, but still held his limbs in place. Leaning over the side of the couch but looking behind her she noticed drool was beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. His eyes conveyed wanting nothing more than to bury his face between her cheeks. She wiggled her ass in his face and pushed back to. These men (?), deep inside themselves, knew that they were not worthy tobe man or woman. But to achieve the feelings of hmiliation they desired,the most efficacious method was to be feminized to a ridiculous extreme.The Sissy wanted and needed pain to verify their loathing of what theywere. Mistress Melissa, and I, provided that service, along with manyother services which lowered the self esteem even lower than it had beenwhen they pranced, nervously, through our doors. The Scandinavian. I couldn't look him in the eye. I'm not sure if it was nerves or the guilt that I had battled with coming there. We exited the vehicle and he proceeded to lead me to the hotel room that he had secured for us for the night. The first thing that I noticed about the decor of the hotel room were the mirrors along the wall of the bed and the window seat which faced the parking lot of the hotel. We laid across the bed and began to talk about everything again for a few hours. The more we talked the.