My feet shuffle against the carpet, while I'm unconsciously drawn to the door. My hand reaches out to lightly push it open. My eyes look through the c...ack in the doorway to her bed. I don't believe it, the sheets have fallen off of her as she lays on her stomach with one of her knees up to her chest. I see a strip of thin cotton panties between her legs, and my heart beats wildly while my dick starts to twitch. I listen for any noise, all I hear is the soft hush of the air conditioner. I can't. "Um, sir,um, (groan) yes. Owww! yes sir! I want to be your urinal, sirs!" I answeredtruthfully. First Tyrone filled the dog bowl, and I lapped from that, but hethen pissed directly in my mouth, which I liked better, slurping and swallowingit for the camera. Biggus had a better idea, he said, making me lie downon my back in the bathtub. Mustafa leaned over, aiming the camera down at me.He lifted one muscular leg up and put it on the edge of the tub so Lowell couldsquat under him and rim. Your training awaits you. I must warn you, however, it will be an ongoing experience and rigorous. If you were not capable, I would not have chosen you. The training will be long and occasionally ... painful, both mentally and physically."Arlene shifted strategies. "But what about the college courses I'm taking?" Oh, woe is me," Jeff teased as he reached over and poked her in the ribs."Daddeee," she hissed out, "I'm serious." Your high school curriculum is finished, right?" At Arlene's nod, he. It destroyed him, but he did not care. There was nothing that could have saved him from his downward spiral. He died a year later, his body unable to take the abuse. He was found lying against her headstone, his arms wrapped tightly around it, the cold hard marble the only thing he had left that reminded him of her. Death however, was not the end of his existence. He awoke in a fiery pit, his soul burnt beyond compare, but he felt no pain. For there was no pain greater than that of losing.