A few months after meeting my hubby, Jenna and I planned to have a girls night at her apartment. Her boyfriend had a braai with friends and mine was a...ay on business. It was a friday night, we ordered pizzas, had a few glasses of wine and we chatted. After eating we went to her room where we changed into our pj's.While doing our nails we chatted about our boyfriends and the great sex we have been having. The chat soon landed up to the weekend away when we make out and did a few lesbian things.. He usually did.Another requirement was that the husband must be either feminized, or somehow emasculated and/or castrated. The wife is required to fuck black only. There is no exception to that rule. If she is caught fucking her own husband, she would be punished severely. To be punished by Doc is not something to look forward to.The husband, in this case, had been emasculated and castrated, but apparently not feminized. I wasn't sure yet if I was required to refer to the husband as a "he" or. An operating table, with a dizzying array of medical tools hanging above it, dominated the center of the room and several cabinets and desks lined the remaining walls.My hands itched as my gaze wandered over all the medical devices and machines. Gnashing my teeth, I fought the impulse to touch and analyze everything. Balling my fists helped too. When I looked up again, I caught Praecor openly studying me with a knowing smile.“What?” I tried not to snap, but failed miserably.“You have the urge. " That's what I thought. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but I keep thinking I should have noticed something was wrong." I didn't sense anything with her that would suggest she was suicidal. I know I'm not a psychologist, so I bet I could easily be wrong, but she was happy, at least when we were with her."We sat in silence thinking about our encounter with the woman, Caitlyn returned a few moments later with sandwiches."What's got into you two gloomy guts?" she asked."Sorry, just thinking about that.