Her tender grasp on my erection made it throb in her hand as she gently leaned to one side, brushed her lips with my head and delicately slid back dow...n as her mouth widened and her eyes tightened.She tested the water by grinding against me ever so slowly, her eyes shut, her lip bitten. My eyes were locked onto the place where I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. The grace of her movements enveloped around my cock shot pleasure from the head to my hands which were now firmly clamped. After she was done with all this she rolled up some stockings and inserted them into "my" bra. She had me stand up and walked me to her mirror so I could see "the girl". What I saw was a girl looking back at me and I LOVED what I saw. From that day forward I started to dress in feminine underwear and loved the sensation(s). My sister helped me buy high heels and helped me to learn how to walk in them. She helped me buy my own clothes, make-up and to do my own hair. One of the most important. I was strangely unperturbed by the situation and called the desk to verify that I was not going to be landed with a huge bill. The man who replied was immensely helpful and confirmed that the room was booked on a corporate account and I was permitted any meals and refreshments I wished together with all the facilities the hotel had to offer. As I was talking, I saw a brochure next to the phone for massage sessions at the hotel’s fitness centre or in your own room. I was asked if I particularly. Its pattern consisted of black, green and red splashes of color – the hues one associates with sub-Saharan Africa – with a hint of gold. Her face was a beautician’s dream. Perfectly done, very dark red blush on her cheekbones was complemented by a lip gloss of bright red to match her nails. Mascara on her lashes made them look an inch long, and her eyelids were dusted with shadow the same color as the dark blush, with a hint of what looked like gold dust. She wore small gold studs in her ears.