J. Chegwidden had done just what he'd thought about doing after he'd sat there behind his big polished desk and stroked his cock until he blew his cum...load all over the top and onto the nearby carpet. He had invited Jennifer Coates, his administrative assistant, to come over later that night to his quarters and he subtlely made no bones about the reason for his request. He was careful to ensure that Jennifer understood it was a request and not a command. He knew they could string him up for. His male voice suddenly tried to force some reason into his very precocious position, but his female voice realised that he was in a position of absolute femininity and took complete charge of his reactions. Phyllis moved forward and placed the tip of her strap-on against the pantyhosed encased rosebud of Dennis's anal passage. "Do you want it bitch!" she called down to Dennis."Yes Mistress I do!" Dennis returned in his very feminine voice, while his male voice screamed out in horror, 'Please. I think someone is rejecting our finished goods and then we send them replacements. The returns are shipped to another warehouse. Then that supposed crap is sold on the open market or discounted to some cut-rate outfit. It would be total profit for whoever was doing the shuffling and our company is picking up the tab. Or maybe the product doesn't even leave here. It may be marked rejected and eased out. If the person in the warehouse is crooked, there again it would be clear profit."The third. “Yes, if only,” said Ava.I sighed. I was in my cell alone, ruminating. I’d never heard of anything like what happened to me happening before; well, before it actually happened to me. But of course, now I had. It wasn’t even that rare. I had been able to get my medical records sealed: dickless and HIV positive. At least, so far, they hadn’t discovered my physical state. Likely they would eventually, but not from me, hell no, not from me. I’d been humiliated way more than enough already.No one.