Hernandus room.

I followed on bare feet, wet footprints in my wake, glistening breasts bouncing and shifting, wide hips swaying. I felt every ounce a woman. He’d played with my breasts and... well I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. Dry mouthed I followed him up the stairs to his room above the garage. It had a kitchenette and a tv and a hold out bed and a bathroom. I entered. “Wait there. You’ll get the carpet wet.” He went and grabbed a towel for me. I looked about the room with interest. It was neat and orderly. I could smell his aftershave and I liked it. The queen size bed was made.

“Valerie, she is pissed at you. She is happy you’re a Bimbo doll. You used those Pheromones huh? Man, I think that’s why you lost your body,” he approached and wrapped the towel about me, gently drying my breasts and causing my nipples to harden noticeably. He kept slowly and methodically drying me and I did feel like a doll, pampered and on a pedestal. At the end he dried my crotch and I giggled as the towel tickled my hairless lips. He took away the towel and ran a finger along the pearly lips of my sex and nudged them apart. “Like my cousin... They really did a number on you.”

I nodded mutely, spreading my legs, wanting him to continue. I was so damned horny. I wanted him. But part of me struggled. Held onto my masculinity. He smirked.