We tried to thank them but they just smiled and chuckled. Still nude except for sandals, they quickly walked away with a final wave. My last view of...them was to admire then woman’s hips as she sauntered around the corner. She was very sexy indeed.My wife and I sat down on the grass near each other. Cum was still dripping down her chest and we were both out of breath. “You looked well fucked”, I jibed my wife.“You should see yourself! You're still pretty hard and dripping too! And, You’re. That's what really set him off. Property, chattel, slavery. I wasn't his property and he wasn't my property and he would rather walk away and face those consequences than let me subjugate him.Finally he got back around to the double standards. "I will not ask you to do for me what I would not do for you. I want to be able to expect the same from you. If you want to have sex with some "better" man, you have the option of divorce. If you want to have another man while I watch, that won't happen. The charge is theft of 250,000 credits from your employers. How do you plead, Guilty or Not Guilty?" Please may I have some clothes?" Helen asked timidly."You were wearing clothes when you came here. The policebot's report specifically lists green tunic wide open, white brassière unfastened, white knickers and red shoestockings as the clothes you were wearing in the senso-cubicle when you were arrested. It also records that they were with you when you entered the building," was the mechanical. And that wasn't all. My hips were wider and more rounded.My legs were slender and devoid of hair, not to mention the muscle I'dbuilt up through distance running. My feet, previously size 11, lookedpositively tiny. I moved my trembling right hand from my crotch to my leftleg. It felt so smooth. From the waist up, everything seemed normal. Butbelow the waist, there was no doubt I was female.I climbed out of bed, noticing that I had to reach a little farther tofind the ground than I had.