“Room 212, 9 p.m.” was all it said. I laughed, smiled then tossed the paper down on the floor and looked at the man and told him thanks, but no th...nks. He smiled and then said they'd see me later. I had a shower and managed to go through a half-bottle of conditioner getting my hair back to rights. Long hair is a curse, guys. But it's a great tool and, yes, we love using it on you. I grabbed a pair of khaki pants and a clean blouse and added my belt adornments before leaving to find. We have met many times and Sheis just about the only person not to accept me. In fact, Sheinsists on pretending I am a sub. To my constant embarrassmentShe will not let it go, constantly badgering me to admit my truefeelings and kneel before Her. It appears She cannot accept aDominant transvestite, She feels if I am biologically male Imust be submissive."You'll look darling in that dress susie, why not pop into theback and try it on?"I gave a half laugh."This dress is for emma. I'm not wearing. Moving directly up and down with so little contact between us excepting her pussy around my cock. The feeling was delicious and of course I told her! She replied that it was her bedroom party trick and asked how nice it was. I could barely reply, but stammered that she would have to stop soon if she wanted me to last. She replied that she didn't care and just wanted me to enjoy and carried on bouncing on my dick. It wasn't long before I was past the point of no return and was pumping my semen. “Nice bush Mum,” she mocked, “blonde and quite thin and girlie. Do you play with it?” She fluffed it with her fingers. Then she pulled the bikini bottoms out from under June’s tight ass and put them on the seat.“So what would you prefer?” she asked, “a good spanking, or helping me show Mark how to pet a pussy?”“Don’t you dare!” rasped June again. “Honestly I never knew such a bad daughter, in all my life.”“Okay well let’s have a look.” Lara took hold of June’s dainty ankles and opened her legs..