(P) Cum pumper, centre shaft, second firing in 3,2,1 fire. (N) Once again the pump sucked and blew but at the business end it was more of a spurt tha... a jet. So they replaced the head for the second mock up and Carrie stepped in to, um, lend a hand. (P) Cum pumper, below shaft, first firing in 3,2,1 fire. (N) Carrie applies thumb pressure to the tubing and Pants cycles the pump a second time. Feeling the pressure build Carrie releases it at just the right moment to send a stream of creamy,. I wouldn’t get to enjoy it myself but at least something good was already coming from all of this.It was a strange new feeling for me to be pleased for someone else’s happiness.We had already shaved, eaten, and taken care of all the necessary morning rituals we went through to start our day. Master wanted maximum time in the sunshine.“Carry everything down to the beach,” Master pointed to a cooler full of ice-cold beers and sodas, umbrellas, beach chairs, towels, and sundry supplies for a day. Our share of the phone and utilities was $50 each. That was more than double what we were paying in the mini-dorm. It was worth it, but we were going to have to dip into our savings some, and if we weren't careful, we could burn through them.We relished the privacy. As many people lived in this eight-unit apartment building as lived in the mini-dorm. We tried to put the best face we could on the mini-dorm, but we were embarrassed to be watched on the toilet, and in the shower. Sometimes we'd be. She had glasses what she something she was sure wasn’t considered sexy especially since she needed them. She had long curly brown hair that reached to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She was just a 36b and a small b at that. She didn’t have much of a waist nor did she have the wide hips every man dreams of. But at 5′ 6′ and 130 pounds she was fit looking anyways. She hung up the wet towel and walked naked to the bed she called the front desk to leave a message for her friends that would be.