.." She paused at the opposite end of the only other piece of furniture in the room, a tall, reinforced massage table that occupied the center of the ...room. She deliberately looked away as though to say she were still making up her mind. "My friends tell me you're worth it, every penny." She strutted around behind him, tracing one finger over one shoulder and across his back to the other, pausing behind him just long enough that he cast a glance of his own at her. "We'll see about that." . It was when I was 12 and the panties belonged to my mom. When those satin panties slipped over my cock and balls the first time, I became addicted to female clothes for life. You see I'm what's called a transvestite " a guy that likes to dress like a woman". The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with. It looked to probably be ruined.When I pointed this out to her, she just laughed, panting "Oh, who cares? The room's already paid for." She sat up and rubbed her wrists, looking at me with a contented smile. "Now..." she began, draping her arms around my neck over my shoulders, "how about we check out that big Jacuzzi tub?"As I staggered my way back to my own cabin as the sun was setting, I couldn't help but grin to myself at how my nipples were still a bit sore and at my pussy's dull ache from. "Just let them try! The names Jorgen by the way"Tony smiled "Nice to meet you Jorgen, my name's Tony." Okay Tony, I'll just get your food, won't be long." he said.Jorgen went off and fetched Tony's food and wine. It was good. The stew was hot and filling, and the wine warmed him right through."This is good stuff," said Tony."Thanks" said Jorgen. "It'll keep you warm, warmer then those clothes you're wearing will. You need seal skin and beaver, not sheepskin and rabbit. Go and see Grettle. Tell.