It began to throb and pulsate. The veins were standing out and the head of my cock was turning bright red!“All right,” said my aunt. “That will ...o. The lesson’s over - let’s pull the skin back”. She reached out and grabbed my now stiff and swollen cock. She pulled. She almost pulled me out of the bath. “Place your hands on my shoulders,” she said. She pulled again. Harder. Nothing happened. The tightly stretched foreskin was strangling the swollen head of my cock that throbbed and jerked within. First quarter results were not good, in spite of some creative accounting.Atmosphere was very gloomy as we all are waiting for some impending disaster, without knowing what it will be .Top floor was looking for a lot of info, probably some restructuring was in sight, schedule of two meetings were conflicting, a very tiring day.I had a look at calendar and day was marked with red but I had no clue as I was answering two phones at once and checking excel sheets too. Day went on and on and. They'd already been photographed and fingerprinted, catalogued into the database of persons wishing to visit criminals against the state. It was very much unlike visiting a murderer or thief, Edwin had been convicted of treason and political crimes against the German people. He and others like him were kept separate from the regular criminals, in a special prison outside Stuttgart. This was for their protection as even the worst criminals held nothing but hatred and contempt for ex-Stasi. We were actually to watch memories, sight, sound and even internal thoughts. It wasn’t quite like watching a movie - not even one shot with a very shaky camera. But it was good enough to convey what had happened.First came Dalla’s memories, the first she had known anything was wrong was when Larurus grabbed her shoulder spinning her around. She had been humming while hanging clothes on a line in the yard to dry.“No, no!” It was very strange, I could not tell if she had spoken these words or if.