It began to throb and pulsate. The veins were standing out and the head of my cock was turning bright red!“All right,” said my aunt. “That will ...o. The lesson’s over - let’s pull the skin back”. She reached out and grabbed my now stiff and swollen cock. She pulled. She almost pulled me out of the bath. “Place your hands on my shoulders,” she said. She pulled again. Harder. Nothing happened. The tightly stretched foreskin was strangling the swollen head of my cock that throbbed and jerked within. I was very disappointed with the training material available to help me learn the job. The CS guy had a very jaded view of his job. The recycling of concubines who had outlived their usefulness had really soured. There was no longer a forty-eight hour rule before an innocent concubine was recycled. My job was to find sponsors for the released concubines or to get them alive to the colony CS pool. This would turn out to be harder than I would have ever expected, since the mental state of these. That was complicated. I knew there were people who needed to be dead. But shooting a twelve-year-old girl because she might be wearing a vest and wouldn’t stop walking toward me killed part of my soul when I took her life. She wasn’t wearing a vest, as it turned out.So I overcorrected and decided to become the opposite of a patriotic assassin.That’s not fair. Most of the time they were shooting at us, too, or would have if they’d known we were there.Anyway, St [redacted] took me in and tried to. Mene ghar jate hi usko msg kiya aur sorry bola.Mene kaha ki muje nahi pata tha ki tumhe achha nahi lagega.Pls tum apne pati ko kuch nahi batana.Tab usne msg kiya ki nahi muje bura nahi kaga meto dar gayi thi.Mene kabhi bhi pahle dusre ke sath kiya nahi hena isliye.Muje laga ki koi dekh lega isliye mene mana kiya.Meri to lottery lag gayi thi.Tab muje kuch shanti hui aur me fir normal ho gya aur khush bhi itna hi hua.Fir dusre din me gaya tab vo soi hui thi.Me jake baju me let gaya aur galo pe.