I ran back in through the sniggering doormen. When I came back out the head doorman had returned. He patted me on the back. I went straight to the con...ainer to see how she was and when I looked in there was a different doorman fucking her. Her hands were pressed against the wall, her legs spread wide. She was bent over while being fucked from behind. There was a used condom on the wooden crate that was half full of sticky white sperm.My phone began to vibrate and it was the venue manager. I. My stomach growled and I realized I was catching the tantalizing smell of cookies baking. I drifted out to the kitchen and found Beca lifting a tray of cookies out of the oven and putting another one in.“We’re all being so domestic today,” I laughed as I sampled a hot cookie.“Careful! You’ll burn yourself,” she said, slapping at my hand. “We’re nesting.”“What?”“Nesting,” my sister said from behind me. She broke a piece off my cookie and shoved it in her mouth.“I thought I was immune to this. I paused there for what seemed like a long four seconds and then left and closed the door behind me.Then I spoke loudly through the door saying, “I’m so sorry for barging in on you boys like that Jeremy. I forgot that I asked you to use my bathroom. Dad is in our shower and I thought you had already left for school. We can talk about this more tonight if you want to, honey.”Jeremy quickly finished getting ready and leaving for school, and I knew that it would be a little awkward to talk with. He unloaded it all in the spare room and hung a do not disturb sign on the door as he began to construct the items as design by the doctor.The first thing he built was what the doctor had described as a male milking cradle. It was basically a low lying bench with a stock for the person's head and hands. The main body of the cradle was just enough to support the upper torso but leaving the waist down area free. Of course because it was low to the ground, whoever was fastened in it by the stocks.