As I exited the elevator on the top floor of the hotel, I checked myself one more time in the hallway mirror. The ornate gold and red carpet muffled t...e sounds of my heels as I walked down the hall to the end room. Had to be a suite. A deep breath to collect myself and a quick rap to let James know I was here. I heard the metallic clank of the deadbolt sliding back and the door opened.I was about to say “Hi James” but I was speechless. My jaw just hung open and my eyes bugged out.“Fuck,” I. But that flutter was overtaken by a huge yawn. Stripping, I showered quickly, wrapped myself in a towel, went to my room, threw the towel on a chair, fell into bed and within minutes was asleep. (By the way, a decade later I finally read Mein Kampf, and it was an appallingly badly written but eye opening insight into the fascist mindset. Bob was right about that...again.) I woke suddenly in the mid afternoon, from some dream of a shadowy figure standing over me, looking down silently.. He interrupted. "Why would that make me mad?" he asked, kissing my lips lightly."Because, because, I'm not really a woman," I answered. He paused for a second, then continued dancing. "Donna is my wife. A few months ago I told her I liked to dress up and she appeared to be going along with it. She started dressing me and feminizing me. She told me that I would eventually be allowed to wear sexy lingerie if I followed her instructions. Tonight she dressed me to the nines and brought me here. She. She wrapped the plug in the towel, and nervously stood and walked to the loo. She made damn sure she locked the door, then lowered her panties to her ankles and raised her skirt above the waist. Had he said the plug first or edge first? She had to think about it, then remembered it was the plug. She slid two fingers deep into her pussy, which felt so wrong and so good. She wished he was watching her do this, as he had before. She coated the plug in her juices, then did another dip and.