I peeked in the muslim side and saw numerous massage tables, with no privacy, and naked guys lying on some with towels covering their asses. They were...getting rubbed by shirtless, hairy guys. Not very inviting. The other door led to a smaller reception with a lady behind the counter in a full head-to-toe black veil. She opened the door behind her and ushered me through without a word. There was one massage table in a small, nicely decorated and perfumed room. She said, "Strip," and left the. I had already been dressing everyday as a woman, in fact I lookedridiculous dressed as a anything else, but now I had no choice even athome. I'd been portraying a woman for so long that it no longer feltweird having breasts and a well cushioned backside. It felt natural and Iwould probably feel weird without them. But now things had changed. I wasno longer in control of my own life allowing things to go only as far asI wanted to let them. I was now being coddled and treated as someone'swoman.. "Yes, Mistress." That will be remedied later. For now, strip!" commanded Erica.Janet had been listening carefully to Erica's lecture, and she was totally unprepared for the command at the very end. Suddenly they were no longer sinner and confidant, but Mistress and Slave."Strip!" ordered Erica again, displeasure clearly evident in her voice.Janet quickly got to her feet. She knew that this would occur, and she had planned for it carefully. She had worn a blouse, skirt, stockings, and sensible. You’re on lady. You’re a little firecracker aren’t you?” “Just a very sexed up woman. Why don’t you all take down your shorts. Stand in a line and I’ll give you head.” “You got it.” John and the other men all stood in a row. They pulled down their shorts and Allyson knelt before John first. She moved her hands up and down his shaft and made him hard. The other men played with their own cocks while Allyson played with the first guy. Once he was hard, she wrapped her red lipstick lips around.