I don’t think you’ll hear from him again.” The man assured himself sure Ginger was all right, shook our hands by way of apology, and left.Later,...the maître d’ came to the table and also apologized for letting a guest get so out of hand. The man had been permanently expelled from not only the lounge, but also the hotel and blacklisted by the Ritz worldwide. He comped their drinks for the evening and they found a fruit bowl in the suite when they returned with a nice card of apology from the. There was no doubt I wanted to try it, in fact I wanted to badly, but I was scared. He could see this and with a gentle touch he took both my hands and, with little resistance from me, guided me so I had one leg across the bench.From there I simply succumbed to his desires, and to be truthful, to mine. Sitting before me, my cock was in his face, and he quickly took it deep into his throat. My cock is large, and seeing it disappear so easily inside his mouth was amazing. It was a wonderful. "Before I could mount a resistance, Linda picks me up and gently places meover the handle bars. I feel ridiculous. My bare legs sprawl across thefront of the bike. Linda hops on and starts it up.As we pass strangers, they stare at the sissy being transported by a sexybrunette on a small scooter. I feel so mortifyingly exposed. Lindamanages to drive one handed, and runs her finger tips up and down my leg."So smooooooth ... you must shave daily," she giggles, "You are the proudowner of sissy. Again, she saw Rhonda park on the street, and again, she yelled “Hurry up! It’s freezing!” as Rhonda walked toward her.She didn’t look any different.“Aren’t you freezing?” complained Janet as her friend approached.“No,” said Rhonda, looking pink. “I feel warm all over.”“Get inside! I can’t wait to hear about it.” Janet opened the door, and pushed Rhonda in.In the booth, Rhonda seemed to take forever to get her coat off, and then the waitress was there. It wasn’t Jill. It was another, younger.