I just gasped at the sight, unable to believe that I actually had a set of melons, just like some woman. However, as soon as I got past that enough to...look down, I realized at those weren't the only things of a woman that I had. My whole body seemed to be female... or at least it looked like it.Feeling extremely uncomfortable as I looked over my unfamiliar body, I gasped, "What the hell?"There was one thing that was immediately obvious to me, besides the female body... or being completely. Then leaning back forward again, two mouths opened and two tongues came out and began to lick his boots. The close-up clearly showed their licking and the wetness on the boots from the saliva. The cries of No intensified from the Amazons. What was happening, they had been defeated, their leaders acknowledging their defeat and proclaiming their sex slave status, and now licking his boots, all without any real resistance. How could their leaders betray them like this? Why did they not order them. I remembered she had not yet put on her top so I had another look at her sexy tits before she covered them with her pink bra and tight t-shirt. I watched as she walked away fully clothed unaware that I had seen the very special and private parts of her female anatomy. It was a busy day, as soon as she had left I noticed another innocent female approaching. She was big and old! (in her 60s) but my voyeuristic instincts compelled me to watch. She had red hair and wore a large black swimsuit. Bob left Donna with firm instructions that Art would be in charge at our place, where her husband was to spend the weekend. These arrangements were announced after bar-b-que we had the previous Wednesday night. I have to give Donna credit for arguing with Bob that he would spend the weekend at their home. Art gave me a look that told me clearly to stay out of the couple’s argument and I wisely took the advice. She and I had planned a golf day for Saturday and watching football on Sunday.