Several minutes later, Arnie reappeared; his face bestowed with a sign of relief."You drank a clear liquid, and it comes out yellow," he told him. "Wh... is that?"Visibly uncomfortable, Arnie struggled as he tried to think of the words to say."Urine is waste," he told him. "The water hydrate us, but also flush out toxins and other shit out of our bodies. I guess the yellow is the other shit. Would you mind telling me what's going on?"Michael turned off the TV and reclined back in his chair."Scott. I was rubbing my cock and humping my hands invoulunatarily."take off your boxers, let me see it" dad said"are you sure?" do what i say goddamnit, now get naked!"i peeled my boxers down slowly, my cock springing up and slapping my stomach as i did.i stood with fear and inti my head as my veiny cock stood straight."Daddy I'm not gay" niether am I, But something about you makes me horny, i cant help it, i am so horny thinking About fucking your forbidden ass.'"I wanna touch you daddy, please'"Do. With this though in mind, he smiled and finished his coffee. Lets go slaves, he said, getting up and going into the kitchen where he sat his cup in the sink. He then grabbed his jacket and keys and headed for the door that led to the garage. The girls jumped up and followed him to his truck. The ride to the diner was mostly silent. Everyone seemed to be half awake. Once there, Michael told the greeter that he wanted the round table in Starlas section. She checked to see if it was free and came. At the front of the warehouse was a large counter over which the salesman collected their stock and completed paperwork with the stores assistants; behind the counter the warehouse was fitted with floor to ceiling shelving loaded with stock. Leaning nonchalantly on the counter was a handsome man in his mid forties who was giving a plump, mature, female stores assistants his biggest, cheekiest grin. She was halfway up a ladder reaching for some stock and the salesman was getting an eyeful of her.