" Well come upstairs, and we'll get you acquainted with some of the girlsthat will be joining us."In the hotel room he was introduced to several of he... friends, all fairlyattractive upscale young women. The only one who caught his eye longenough for him to remember her name was Christy. She too was welldressed, and groomed, but he could see a mischievous spark in her eye,that told him she too was bored with the upper crust lifestyle, and likedto do her own thing as well.Shaking his hand, Christ. About twenty minutes later I enter the Spa Shrine, what we now call the gazebo, to find Glenda sitting there with eight girls under eighteen years of age and some are topless with a nice range of breasts on display. When I sit down she informs me she’s an independent witness of nothing inappropriate happening with the younger girls.Smiling, I turn around to hang a notice on one of the hooks on the inside wall. The notice reads:Spa Shrine Rules1. All present must obey the High Priest, or the. “My breasts are big, aren't they? You can hardly keep your eyes off them,” she said almost playfully, “do you like them big like this? Hmm? I'm such a big girl now.” She laughed and leaned into him, dragging the heaviness of her soft teats across his face as she dropped to her elbows. “I'm bigger than you, now. Do you know that?” she drew his face deep into the valley of her cleavage. A moment of silence. The balance of power perceptibly shifted a bit more. He began to kiss the flesh of her. Wearing womens clothing in public issomething I really enjoy.Of course, being a male, wearing womens clothing is not sociallyacceptable. Peoples reactions to such behaviour ranges from themthinking the person is a pervert, gay, strange, a sissy or amusing onthe one hand to being accepting on the other.I'm submissive by nature. Ever since I first started masturbating itwas to images of me being dominated by women. From the time I firststarted having sex I have always preferred to go down on a.