They are forbidden. The great matriarchs so decreed it centuriesago. Any man who wishes an audience must enter a conversion chamber asyou have." The t...ll muscular woman said. She towered over Wendy'spetite form."Very well. But surely some clothes..." she suggested uncertainly."Only citizens wear clothes. Slaves do not..." the woman noted withamusement."Slave?!" Wendy repeated with concern."Yes. Former men make good slaves. Don't fight it. Your new body isdesigned to be subservient. It is easily. I had stopped the strike before it hit his neck. There was a pause and then I stepped away and bowed.When I returned home I was met with a sight. Legate Abrams sat at a small kitchen table that had been moved outside the kitchen door. There was a mug on the table and he was telling a story to what looked like every child in the neighborhood. The guard that stood nearby looked a little red in the face.As I listened to the end of the story I found out why the guard was red in the face. It was a. Five foot eight, built like a WWE Diva, you know the type thick waist and broad shoulders, little upstairs when it came to anything outside of bashing someone down.“You sure the MindRes was operating right Gorwin?” For the millionth time that night/ morning I told her yes, “Because I’m getting nothing on the meter!”“Can’t help it, personally seen the evidence from her scans and the ectoplasma to say it’s been faked!” Pointing out where she was found to Marie “Over there is where we will start. When they landed in position, Justin was lying on his side facing Blair, still making out with her tender lips. The kiss was messy, especially after their tongues finally met and pushed past one another. Justin returned his right hand to Blair's exposed tit; her right hand had never left the front of his trunks. Justin massaged her tender nipples while she rubbed up and down his stiff cock, his trunks becoming wetter and wetter with pre-cum, both of them moaning.After a few minutes, Justin.