Women Riggers who built and ran the factories and refineries, the terraforming plants and farming stations, on those new worlds. Women Marines who fou...ht the territorial wars with the alien races encountered Out There.And as for the human men, seemingly bound forever to Earth's system, their former political, economic and societal dominance now hopelessly eroded? Well, apart from those fringe radicals at the spaceports calling for the Corridors to be shut down just because they can't use them,. ”“That’s it,” Christine encouraged, her fingers flashing over Lynne’s swollen bud.Adam let out a growl, still pounding his cock home with all his power. “Not much longer.”“Oh god, oh god! I...” Lynne let out a scream, her body tensing as her orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”“Fuck yeah,” Adam growled as he drove his cock deep into his climaxing cousin, her walls squeezed tight around him and her juices spurting out around his shaft with every thrust. “Gonna come.”“Give it to. He was sorry afterwards but enoughwas enough. It was then she remembered a story that was in the papersand magazines even on TV a few years ago about a woman who had her lazyuseless husband sissied and trained and programmed to be a sissy maid.She told Petra she got in contact with the woman who did this. She thendrove over to see her and her sissy Edele and the total control she hadover this now lovely looking sissy male was shocking and amazing. Thelovely lady Suzie put Petra Aunt in touch. Christ, the woman could be my mother but she still turned me on. I was interviewed that day, there and then, by a rather plump, middle-aged woman in the nail area. I got a job and went home to gloat to my mum that I didn't need her dirty gold-digger money anyway. Dad would be proud of me. The next day at school, I told my friends about my success and how I'd be be earning treble to what they did with their pocket money, paper rounds, or selling smokes to the naive, young Goth kids who hung.