And at least some of them - both boys and men - had the decency to blush when they stared at her chest. But the change in scenery, which she had to ad...it had been a breath of clean air, didn’t seem to include a change in how males reacted to her. Perhaps that was because as she breathed in that fresh, clean air, her breasts strained against the front of whatever she was wearing.And then there was this drama nonsense! She’d only had to see one or two musicals in her own high school to understand. He asked me about it and I told him what I was into. He quickly denounced it and said he wasn’t interested and I told him I understood. I went about my business for a bit chatting with others when he popped back up and asked, “Why? Why do you like to do that?” My reply was simply, “because I love being treated like a girl and satisfying a man. I am a man by physicality, I am a whore girl by mentality, and I love slutty, sexy, girly, clothes and being dominated like a slutty, sexy, girly girl by. “It got started three or four years ago when a couple of guys hooked up online -- that’s the WiFi part -- and gradually they pulled other guys in. I think there are five of us here this time -- usually there’s one or two more, but some companies cut back on travel this year.” “Where do you meet?” “One of our rooms.” “And what do you do?” “Pretty much whatever anyone’s into. The only rules are: safe sex only, no bathroom stuff, no pain. Everything else is OK.” “Wow,” I said. “Hot.” “. I have not seen the guests; I have been kept hard at work downstairs in the kitchen. I can't help feeling like Cinderella. Yes, I bloody well should be going to the ball!In real life, but I actually mean in my former life, I was a university lecturer, married to an engineer, working for a PhD, with a wide circle of friends. To get me here, I have been drugged and abducted and subjected to all sorts of unpleasantness, humiliation, exploitation and brutality. If anyone deserves to go to the.