He had felt this sort of feeling more often than a human should - becoming a demi-human, a household cat, and the odd feeling of being himself again. ...weat trickled slowly down the side of his face. Instinctively knowing what to do, he slowly turned his gaze downward, expecting the worst.He was human... still human... that sort of relief flooded over him. Yes he was human... but...He was a woman.Serge let out a small yelp and banged the back of his head against the backboard of the bed. Glenn. My master snaked a hand up my back, pushing me close to his chest. "Do not worry, little slave. You have been administered drugs that recreated your insides. You're now fully capable to withstand my penetration. But, still... I will try to be gentle."I lifted my eyes to his, finding a strange softness, mixed with a momentarily repressed lust. "Thank you, Master."He smirked again, and leaned me back, leading a trail of smoldering kisses down to my breasts. His teeth soon found a nipple, teasing. ” I suggested.She looked at me, probably wondering why she was talking to a strange bloke in the street. I added, “It’s a nice day, I’ve only used 5 minutes and its too hot for getting frustrated with parking meters.”“You’re absolutely right, thank you very much. I’m already very hot.”“You most certainly are” I blurted without thinking. I wasn’t sure what to do next, apologise or run. This was not a conversation I normally had with strangers but I think the heat of the morning had fried my. My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I was completely useless as I finally caught my breath and struggled to my feet. I stared in horror now at what would be both the most erotic experience of my life and also my worst nightmare. To make matters worse, my wife was beginning to relax and the final insult came when she started to thrash about in a powerful orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come with what had just taken place but she had and was now groaning with every stroke.Simon.