Thatis, it was low for his current, female voice range. He had not been ableto talk like a man since he'd sat up from that table in the Changing Roomt...at morning.When she touched the stretched skin bulging out of his neckline, shelaughed and told him, "You're a C-cup, so these have to play C, and - Ohthis is so good! - your nipples will be C#, get it?"She scratched her nails on his arms, and those sensations became othermid-range notes. His neck, his chin, his lips, his nose, and the rest ofhis. The only thing edible to her was the chocolate on the gag which already had clean spots on it. The spots on the penis were sucked clean by Rachel’s hungry mouth which would keep sucking till even the slightest trace of chocolate came off the gag. But this wasn’t the worst part of the ordeal. There were two major noticeable modifications to the paddle boat. The first was the rod leading from one the foot petals up between Rachel’s legs. Between her thighs there was a ring bolt Rachel had. It was interesting to me that they too had their routine. Perhaps we are all creatures of habit.What followed was fourteen months of blissful existence in my temporary paradise. The project moved steadily forward, although at a painfully slow pace. There were no problems with the engineering drawings or calculations and I found I wasn't working very hard on behalf of Pinecone. I kept in touch with Tom and he was satisfied with my reports, letting me know he hadn't heard from Sandra or anyone. It plopped near him and close enough to distract his ogling for a second. 'Chill out, ' I mouthed, and I think he got the message and turned around, trying to look cool and casual.By the time Madeline was in the water, the sun was really low. She shook both our hands warily and didn't stay in the water too long. Long enough to rinse off and then get back out and struggle back into her clothes. It was almost comical and I remembered thinking what Chris and I would have looked like trying to.