I can't even imagine dealing with those pricks I used tothink were my friends. I could go to the club. I'm sure they'd let mein. No it's Monday. They'...e closed on Mondays. I've got nowhere to go.I've got ten cents left. How am I going to get those scones? Thosethings are a buck seventy five each. I need almost four bucks. How am Igoing to get four bucks? I don't have an atm card.. How can I make quickmoney? Standing there in a slow panic, the answer crashes down besideme. The kid from the. The opportunity to see if the sissy I had been communicating with over Hamster was for real, or just another fake-tease bitch.I booked at the same hotel on the river I had before... the view was great last time. I told him I was coming to town, and ordered a bunch of clothes that I thought would accentuate his "assets" best.I tend to like my bitches - behind closed doors to dress really slutty. I told him to meet me at the hotel bar in the lobby.he was five minutes late - I fucking hate when. Sue cleaned up her cunt and led back down while the doctor had buzzed through to reception for the special medicine. Of course there was no answer at first,so buzzed through about 30 seconds later. He said he would be back soon but still remain on the couch. the doctor left the room. The receptionist was now out of her little office and in the waiting room as she showed you her massive tits and started to stroke your little cock. You were just sat there in the waiting room with your trousers. I was a man! We were husband and wife."Do men dress in the clothes you're wearing?" No, Lady," I chocked out.Does a man humiliate himself when his wife gives him orders like I justdid in the restaurant?"No, Lady." A tear fell on my chest.You leaned forward and in a single action pulled my panties down to myknees."Does a man have no hair on his crotch or legs?" you asked. (All my hairfrom my waist down of course was shaved by me regularly at her command.)I silently shook my head back and.