No matter what happened to them, they could not leave my observation. I uploaded an overriding need to stay at the facility and arranged for suitabl... living quarters for them. From that day forward, both John and Peter would live in feminine quarters arranged by me.I used the gender change stories from Fictionmania as my model. Since the first step in the long road to femininity according to the stories, was change of clothing, I made Mr. Sworson direct both John and Peter wear women's . Unless they've got a gang in the RV, they should be okay. I'll welcome them in unless you object." A woman's voice came on and said, "Roger, that sounds good to me. I'll take the ATV and point them to a good spot. Okay?"He walked back up to me and nodded. He said, "Marion will meet you and show you a good spot. She'll be on an ATV." Thanks, Roger." I drove into the camp and saw a person on an ATV waving at me. I followed her and pulled into the indicated spot. I stopped and killed the motor. I. True, the guards weren't first line troops, being in the main reservists and local militia, but still, 'Oz' thought, there was no cause for the casual brutality they sometimes metred out. He took his concerns to John."Those prisoners are being starved," he told him, "and some of the guards kick the piss out of them for no reason." The guards are not under my command," John told him. His indifference astounded 'Oz.' This was not the way Aussies and Kiwis were brought up. He wondered if John was. I reached back to remove my butt plug when he starting soaping his ass crack. That was too much, and I blew a huge load in the shower stall. In my mid orgasm, I fumbled with my left hand, while stroking with the right, and dropped my red rubber toy on the floor. In the midst of my ecstasy, I heard the conversation across from me stop mid-sentence. I thought nothing of it, and I reached down and put my toy on the shower shelf. I proceeded to clean my gaped asshole and cream covered cock. I heard.