"Bath tub's ready."She wiped her hands on her apron and took me by the hand. "Come along, Cassie. Time for you to get all pretty for your guests."As s...oon as we left the kitchen and started down the hallway towards the main bathroom, I could smell the lavender. We made another right turn and I just stood there in amazement. The tub was full of water, topped by a layer of bubbles. There had to be at least a dozen candles on the counter, the edge of the bathtub, the window sill, even on the top of. He spun her around to face the desk with her back to him. He pushed her upper body down so could place her hands on the desk and lean over. She was a couple of feet away from the desk, leaning on it like she was being frisked. He kicked her ankles lightly "Spread those legs wider," he commanded. She spread her legs wider and he moved closer placing his feet between hers. He pressed his hips against her ass letting her feel what she did to him while he leaned over her a bit and ran his hands up. He cried out he was cumming and pumped more cum into her tortured ass.Next, Paul and another guy picked up the ropes on the floor and there were some words spoken, he then bent down and said something to Rihanna. She nodded and lay on her front, arms out in front of her, legs apart.Paul then pulled out a large black cushion from under the couch and he slipped it underneath her hips so as to raise her bum higher off the couch. Martin and I watched with interest as guys all around were whispering. Again I have to say that despite all this, I still get the autogynephilic arousal for having breasts and the way they look and move, feel and all that. It all feels like I'm not looking at myself in that mood but just making the 'sex show' for myself.I still had no power to end my transition and to all the therapists I was seeing and the doctors I just 'played' out the happy front of being in the transition and dying to get the final sex change surgery over with!I find it hard now to understand.