"If I unlock you... can you get hard for me?" Yes, miss, I promise." Show me," she whispered, turning the key to open my lock.A ferocious thrill rushe... up my legs and into my crotch as the heavy metal pieces were removed from my straining cock.As she lifted the tight, small tube from my shaft, there was a searing rush of blood into the swollen head of my cock. It felt like I was going to burst out of my skin.My cock stretched out and then stood up straight into the air, rocking back and forth,. Nobody moved they just watched the timers countdown, then “Look in the sky!” They all looked up and indeed they could see the meteor pieces falling flaming balls of rock part of them breaking off some burned while others fizzled out. The countdown continued they watched heads raised, mouths open, and cold sweat down their spines…When the meteor’s hit they expected a great shockwave or a wave of fire, but they just hit the ground, sunk in about 10 feet, steamed, and that was it small pieces of. I will not let it become -- what's the word I want? Adversarial? Confrontational? We want answers from him -- information -- not vengeance. We need to know what's going on and who's behind it so we can figure out a way to stop it permanently."There was no mention of justice. I took a deep breath, looking right at Retta. "Anyone who feels different can just walk out that door!"She grumbled, but subsided.Okay, that was kinda harsh, but like I say, I was tired, and frustrated. In spite of today's. But mom was not looking towards me, neither she asked me anything. I waited for some time, then reluctantly tried to break the uneasy wall of silence between us. It was killing me.I told mom, “Mom, I am feeling hungry. Give me breakfast.” She did not look towards me and replied, “It’s kept in the hot case on the slab. Go and serve yourself.” Probably it was the first time that mom had asked me to serve myself.Every day, mom would make me eat a little more by forcing me, but today, it was.