After adjusting the strapson my slip I checked my makeup and hair then returned to finishshopping. I tried to get into the swing of things and relax.... I seemed to bepassing! No stares, no commotion, no panic was evident at me being in agrocery store totally dressed like a woman. I realized of course thatin this day and age nearly all of the women in the store wore jeans andseemed to care little about their appearance but a few of the olderladies and some of the younger ones with class still. "Oh holy Jesus!!" "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh..."I opened my eyes just in time to aim the first splatter of my husband's seed directly into his open mouth. Bullseye! He tried to swallow and his second blast splashed all over his face. He quickly opened his mouth again and caught spurt after spurt after spurt. Every time my dick hit his prostate he squirted until there was none left inside of him. I continued to pound him as my orgasm slowly subsided.I pulled out of him and gobbled his softening cock in my. Something to do with secrecy. The only place that always staysin the same location is some laboratory. That's where they keep all thedangerous transformed people." Like a prison or something?" I don't think so. But they have to keep them somewhere, peopleprobably couldn't deal with some of the stuff we've seen." Doesn't seem right. They are still human." I think that only the ones who can hurt people are there, like thevampires and stuff. They can't be allowed out near normal people." What. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of itself as other than an it, is stressful, reminding it of the way it used to think when it was a person, and the nightmarish pain that it now associates with the struggle it put up in fighting its surrender. You see, it's not that it lives without pain--on the contrary, it lives with pain every moment of its life. Just that it understands now that pain, abuse, degradation, humiliation, torture, punishment, service, and solitude are the states of existence.