My penis would't penetrate her tight pussy, instead my penis bled and we both laughed at our frustrations. When Wiorld War II broke out, my paternal g...rand parents built a two-storey house in the farm and accommodated a widower who had two daughters. At 19, the younger daughter got close to me. When she urinated (urinal was unnecessary in an isolated house in the farm), she just squatted and pulled down her panty and spread her legs apart avoiding the stream of her urine from touching her. Worst of all was the remote shock collar, which could strike at any moment with horrendous pain. I was truly trapped. My cock betrayed me, though. It was as hard and excited as I could ever remember.I heard Gina call out from the office, "Davey, where are you? Come out and I promise I won't shock you."I was gripped by indecision. Could I trust her? Should I give in? What about my trip tomorrow? Maybe I should just face up to it and call the cops; I'd get out of this with only my pride. ’ I agree saying, ‘Yeah, going in to face our moms with a boner in my shorts is not something I want to go through. That might make it worse.’ Both of us dry now, we wrap our towels around ourselves and head inside. We walk in the house and find them in the living room. They both are looking at us and seem suspicious that we are walking with only our towels on. That’s when I realize that our moms have not seen us do this before. Because when they are here we usually put clothes on when we are. "We will be heading home, there are people who are eager to talk to you." She said.She looked at me as if expecting me to say something."You don't talk much do you?" she said.I looked at her."Commander Anthony Taylor, service number 831323." I saidShe tilted her head."Okay, Commander how do you feel?" She said"Commander Anthony Taylor, service number 831323." I said, my training for if I was captured kicked in.she seemed to think about it for a second."OH you think you are a prisoner?" She said.