“I’ll go with the first one?”

“Option confirmed. Your sexsual assistant will arrive in your room shortly. You may begin to undress if desired to save time.” The screen then looped with a “We’ll be with you shortly.” Should I follow that stripping suggestion? Not much to strip from at this point. Still, it wouldn't hurt to get a head start I guess. I pulled off my shirt and boxers, tossing them to the window side. I pondered on whether to get a headway on stiffening my little head. I usually would have used porn to help, but I didn’t feel the need to bring any on a vacation. Then again, it probably helps that the Puwma have such services then. Then it occurred to me, quite a lot of the Puwmas I’ve seen have been pretty curvaceous. From the first receptionist I met, to even some of the standouts I saw in the city. Even the pregnant ones? Why was I thinking that? The more I tried to deny it though, my shaft was throbbing larger and harder. Thinking about how tight and firm those stomachs looked. How their breasts were given leverage, profounding their cleavage even more. Is this what all those folks around them felt!? Before I could collect my thoughts on that, someone knocked on the door.

“Room service for Andrew Markson?”

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