This time I noticed she only had two buttons fastened at the bottom. Had they been that way when we started forward? Had she unfastened more when I wa...n't looking? Was it the wind?I again pretended to do some repairs with the wrench. Did she know I was faking? The wind rose even higher, so I decided it was time to end the situation. "Screwdriver", I yelled.Again I was rewarded with the gloriously open blouse. This time I hesitated slightly to look. Her shoulders twitched. Had she moved them to. When they had tired of this, they had secured her hands behind her and hung her from her feet, attached to a mechanism that slowly lowered and as slowly raised her, head first, into a tank of freezing cold water. Her head would be underwater for many long seconds, running into minutes until she was raised, gasping and spluttering, just in time to stop her drowning. She scarcely had time to draw breath before the mechanism sent her back down into the bath again. This went on for hours. The Head. Soon he slid his finger lower and began to slide his finger up my pussy. I leaned forward to give him a better access. Soon he was pumping his finger into her furiously. “ah yea fuuuck me hard” i said slapping my ass onto his hand trying to go deeper. “you want this?” he asked “ I need it” I moaned “take it from me then” he whispered into my ear. Without a moments thought I backed him up into the shower wall and began to grind my pussy around his finger. “another” I begged wanting another. The fact that I have helped to build him up like that, I don’t know, that just makes it even better.” A smiling Mark asked, “So, what are you thinking then? Would you be interested in a different role with him?” “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do that. I would like to, and I know that it would be good for me to just get over that whole experience.” Zach mused. Mark responded, “Well, give it some more thought. I hope that you are just seeking my advice and not my permission. You know that.