The younger one was against my back and then feeling up under my armpits and then hairline. Finally, the older one felt all along the stiletto and the... lifted up my shirt. She peeled back the towel some to reveal the rest of the stiletto’s tip. I was ready to protest and object them taking it from me, powerlifter or not, when the old woman let my shirt fall over it. She gave the powerlifter a small shake of her head with a look that said I was stupid.I was okay with that. I’d let her think. She had planned perfectly, filled me, warmed the bath, got me in this position and now, God it was amazing, the very thought, wow! Well if that’s what she wanted, but my sexual muscles were tight, this was beyond what my mind would allow, my stiffy, not letting it run…I strained, grunted, became desperate, oh how I wanted to empty that overfilled painful bladder, how I wanted to give her the fill she so wanted. But nothing flowed. She grinned, then whispered in my ear “stop trying it will. She crashed on the way home and slept another two hours. Without any modesty, she came over excitedly to show us her sketchbook. Her therapists started her drawing out her nightmares for them to work through them. Those were always dark, and hard to tell what exactly she drew. Today, they showed the front of this house, then the hallway with the doors to the master suite, and then a jumble of forms on top of the bed. She drew her next picture in colored pencils and was very detailed. It was on. Kiyo ki tumhree mahjir fimail bohad maza se are satayl se cohdwatee hi are me bhi tre mom koi kohb maze se har stayl se cohdoo ga wo chki gi bhi but to sref dehkee ga mene kaha teehk hi boos . Bass boos ni mom ko ph kiya apni flaiet ka adreeess batya are hum 2no boos ki car me boos ki flaiet per ponch gayee . Mama nahi pohnchi thi to boos ni 1st moghe hi naga kiya are kohb mere gahnd maree etnii me mama ka ph aya boos ki pass ki wo bilding ki nichi agyee hi to boos ni mama ko fliaet no batyya.