Yeah, I had kept her knowledge of small arms as part of her personality. That would have been too useful to remove, of course. I heard another loud po... as someone let off an AR-15. I really couldn’t tell which side they were on, but it didn’t matter. I kept zapping folks with my Atomizer and hearing more people scream as they watched their comrades vanish into atoms. They couldn’t see the molecules being shredded, but they knew that their friends and brethren or whatever were dead and gone,. But making love was very different. Besides, what would theirfriends think if Jon became a woman and they went out together? She didnot want everyone to think that she was a lesbian, or that she could notkeep her man happy sexually. Tiffany also had another fear, one that shedid not share with Jon. In terms of his sexual stamina, Jon was averagefor a man, or perhaps even above average. But Tiffany was so passionatethat after she wore Jon out and he went to sleep, she often masturbatedherself.. He realized he was choking and spluttered, trying to stem the flow, but her thick cock effortlessly plugged his oral passage."Swallow, boy" she intoned and he was forced to obey. Her thick jizm rushed into his stomach and he shuddered in shame, his own vastly smaller penis stiffening in a sad emulation of her godlike member. "Ahhhhhh, YES, take it all slut... SUCK IT! Suck it all out! You must always finish the meals that Momma prepares for you. Wasting even a drop means punishment." She pumped. "Well. here in England, women don't fight over other women. At least I hope not!"She thought about this conversation while Viola was away at work. Would she lose her one day in the same way as she had won her? Would she be obliged to defend her right to this submissive and captivating blonde with her tender smile and sweet adorable body? After the battering she had endured, whose effects had still not worn off, she wasn't sure she fancied ten challenges a year - which was what Rashumba had.