Well, it wasn't. You were small enough that thefinished product would be convincing. Yet masculine enough to make whatwe are going to do to you impres...ive." I am not your product!" I screamed through gritted teeth."Do you want more pain?" she asked calmly. The fear of it caused me toseize up and regain control of my self."No," I barely whispered."Good. You're learning. Now, pull your self together and walk with me."Walking was agony! I was used to one ankle causing problems but now bothwere. When I told my mother about it, she was very interested in my new hobby."I think we should go sailing, just the two of us. It'll be great!" she told me over the phone."But, Mom, you're nine months pregnant. Are you sure your stomach can handle the open waters?" I asked.She hadn't had a child since giving birth to my twin sister and me when she was only 16. After talking to my father, they agreed to have another child. I admit, it felt weird that I'd have a brother or sister who was twenty years. The bathroom and kitchen were supplied with hot water, again via the gas bottle to a gas water heater.Lighting in the house was by kerosene lamps and candles. There was a tank of kerosene under a shelter against the outside back wall. We had, however, brought with us two gaslights that attached to gas bottles. The present toilet was connected to a septic tank, but out the back of the house still stood the old toilet shed, known as the "Dunny" in Australian jargon, that had once contained a tin. Part of me as hoping that something would happen, so I dressed sexy. I shaved my legs and pussy, put on thigh high stockings, a thong that tied at the sides and a bra, that left little to the imagination. My short skirt didn't do much to hid my ass, and my blouse was off the shoulders, and held closed by four buttons. Needless to say, he approved of my selection.The dinner ended and the guys were drinking, talking and watching some soccer game tape on the TV. I was putting the food away, and.