Most of which were worthless. There was one message though, that was friendly and included a picture of a very nice cock. I responded, and after a few...messages back and forth we agreed to meet in a parking lot that was about a ten minute walk from my apartment. I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to. There was a man on his way to meet me with the sole purpose being for me to provide oral pleasure. The thought to not follow through crossed my mind numerous times in the few minutes it took. This wasn’t easy because everything felt like it was fuzzy and in slow motion. They dragged me into the back and I could just make out George in the darkness and my alcohol fog. I tried to say hello, but my mouth wasn’t working too well. I suddenly realized that I was in a VIP room and they were putting me down on my back. Oh, that’s nice. I could use a little nap. I remember lying there looking at the two scantily clad women and then nothing. Thanksgiving, 22 November 2012, Dennis’ apartment.. She couldn’t remember if or what she saw. However, the sounds themselves were enough to torment her. It seemed impossible that no one else heard the suffering cries.By the end of February, she was weak, exhausted, and just wanted to stay in her room. She thought she was going to die. But then, the Russian woman brought breakfast to her room making her swear to secrecy. The woman also brought tea, biscuits and cookies, along with an analgesic for several nights.One day, Rebeca woke up and didn’t. The initial insertion was much to my satisfaction. But my hormones I begged them & I got no reaction. My muscles at ease. A release of rough tensions. Though I seemed to crave more so these glorified attentions. As happy as I was like a newly renewed boy. What made me happy most was to be treated as a modern sex toy. I was dominant in the bedroom. Not like a bride, but a groom. Shaving my legs & torso it did feel good. Like for a femboy in training it probably should. General requests I felt it.