With my back to her,i pulled down my boxers a bit,then pulled out my already semi-hard cock to pee.Now,i knew that this was going to take some time.So...i turned my head and looked at her standing right behind me.“i’m sorry.i thought u were almost done.”“No.I’m not.I had just started when you knocked.”“Oh!They are cutting off the water for today.i think that’s why the other toilet isn’t working.”I was surprised by my lie.But i continued.”I was hoping to get done with my bath before the water runs. D – mom no one will agree to that. Who will feed my 18-year-old bro you only tellM – oh yeah that’s right. I don’t know what to do.D – mom there is one solutionM – oh what is that solutionD – mom you can feed him after I am goneMom was shocked to hear those wordsM – how can I feed my son. I don’t have any milk. I am 38 years old babyD – I know it is very difficult but for my baby bro, u can do it, mom. You can get pregnant and have a child and then you can easily feed bro.M – are you mad? A. He spent most of his time in conditioning my body.“Fear of pain is what make you hesitate,” he would say, “Learning that pain is momentary, a signal that something may be wrong, places you in control,”And then he would have me do exercises until I thought I was going to die.My subsequent instructors only expanded on my knowledge. It wasn’t until I found myself in the Sand Box that I learned the next big lesson. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you have to kill.I was wondering if I was. When I took it out of its plastic wrap, I noticed there was a machined end that had a place for something to be screwed into it. As Rick put his arm around me, he said."Come with me, and I'll show you how this works."He then took me towards the stage as the bartender turned on some lights and it was only then that I noticed what I can only describe as a sex table sitting there presumably waiting for me!My cock started to rise as I imagined what was in store for me. The table was about seven.