After watching several guys and gals wetting themselves then masturbating, I decided I wanted more of that. I reread bhan's story one last time from t...e paper I'd printed it out on, then went into the bathroom. Along the way I picked up the bowl of pee I'd let out earlier.One of the things that attracted me to this apartment was the large garden tub. Being a big gal your standard tub isn't very comfortable, but this one had lots of room to soak and spread out in.I stood in front of the mirror,. The feeling of the hard saddle through the thin lycra made it a fun trip.The old house I grew up in hadn't changed much. Nor had my mother. She'd been a gym teacher in a rough school (not mine, thankfully) who'd kept order with the aid of a tattered plimsoll that struck fear into the toughest members of the class, Always a strong woman, she had kept fit and active since she retired by cutting logs for the fire, running, long walks with her friends and maintaining her big garden. She was 63 but. Eventually he lays his hand on her naked shoulder like a father that is about to give his son some good advice."Ms Almstr?m, you are very uncooperative I must say. My attempts to convince you have all been in vain and I don't know any other legally permitted means to get a response from you. I am a man who always respects the law and has its morals and I know I have responsibility to protect you, but there?s me and another five male guards in this room. Although you are not a very beautiful. A hundred of the small trebuchets started pelting stones the size of a fist on the enemy troops even as they moved into formation. Ten large trebuchets tossed stones twice that size down the length of the road. Once started, the rain of stone was constant and devastating.Standing beside Sid, Fred watched the rain of stone. With a shudder, he said, "Those poor bastards."Sid understood Fred's statement. Four thousand freed slaves had worked day and night shaping the battle field. Huge thick walls.