W. was a frumpy, lumpy old redhead, with a wide ass and a prominent boob shelf jutting from the shapeless sack dresses she wore. To my nineteen year o...d self, she seemed ancient, although I suppose she was somewhere in her late fifties to early sixties. My room was on the third floor of the old house, sort of an attic under the roof with sloping ceiling and two dormer windows. There were two overseas grad students on the second floor, who I rarely encountered, and Mrs. W. resided on the main. ‘Ah, what a good idea. If we have time, that will be one of your duties.’ ‘You want me to do housework?’ That provoked another slap. ‘You will do exactly what I tell you. Without question. That is your forfeit. Believe me,’ she added, ‘sweeping leaves is nothing compared to what will be required of you.’ They entered the house. ‘Cleanse yourself,’ she said. ‘Use that bathroom.’ She gestured to the one off of the kitchen. ‘Purge yourself, also.’ ‘Purge myself?’ ‘Your bladder. Your bowels. Here.’. The hot liquid splashes all over you as I aim it all over your oily body and clothes. “I've been dying for a piss for over an hour now, so I've saved it all for you baby!” I walk closer, holding my dick in one hand and the hose in the other as I turn it on, aiming it down at your tits as I push my pissing cock between your lips, filling your mouth with the hot acrid stream. You gag again and splutter the urine out of your mouth as I lift the hose up over your head and aim it down onto you.. I got a visual on the target. Over."A few seconds later, an authoritative voice responded. "Copy that. Howmany we got?" Five sedans. Estimate anywhere from a dozen to twenty of them." We're leaving now. Will be there as soon as possible. If you have aclear shot, take out Papa Bear. Otherwise wait for us." Pfffft, I could handle these dorks on my own. There's only one realsage, right?" That's enough! Remember, he's not the only potential threat. Followyour orders and keep an eye out for.