In a way, thinking back, started to enjoy dressing as a woman. I didn’t think about it at the time. Now it was all so much easier! I felt suddenly ...quite light headed and almost happy for the first time for many years. I was a gorgeous, rich woman. I slipped on a long silk dressing gown and tied it tightly around my slim waist. My breasts filled the top and my nipples protruded through the silk. I answered the door to the young porter who was wheeling a trolley with the champagne. I noticed. I started to moan and rubbed myself harder against him. Gus rolled me over on my back and was soon on top of me. I could feel that great hard cock of his against my leg.“Oh yes, Gus. Take Me,” I breathed in his ear. He slipped that man sized meat stick into me. It was definitely what I needed. He started slow and stayed with long strokes for what seemed like forever. It felt soo good, and I’m sure that I came at least twice before he increased the speed and shortened the strokes. By then, I was. They were sitting around, Willow in a sleeveless pull over and “boy shorts” as he cell pinged. She laughed then said “gotta change”. She came back in a short pleated mini skirt, grinning “don't worry, I'm not going outside”. She manipulated her cell, handed it to Rusty. It showed them sitting, she said “Smart TV” then told him to have a seat on the back deck while she had a short visit with a friend.In minutes Rusty watched Willow crawl “cow girl” over a “Desi Gurl's” lap. They chatted until. "The girl limped forward and Macro noticed bruises on her calves. Three of his men had been freed slaves before they joined the Archers and, noticing the bruises on the girl, shoved the captives forward none too gently.The building was low, just one storey, and it was built like a jail. The front room was an office of sorts, and behind it there was another room that was lined with holding cells. A fire was burning and another branding iron was in the hot coals glowing bright red. The stench of.