I took a good hard look around as we descended the stairs. Designed to appear humble, at least from a distance, the cabin functioned as a state of the...art survival factory with enough solar capacity on the roof to meet the needs of several large households. All the lighting in the cabin utilized LED bulbs. The thousands of icicle lights deployed around the great room drew less power than two or three seventy-five watt bulbs.The air temperature in the hall hovered at a pleasant seventy-five. It only inspired more laughs and questions about his gender. Hollyand Catherine came to his defense, and when the cheerleaders get involved,many of the other girls did back off.Most of the girls were just curious, and didn't want to get insulting. Somegirls were actually supportive, and a girl named Cynthia offered to help himif he ever needed help with his 'transition' and commented that she knewsomeone who was doing that.Was he actually transitioning? The coach was changing his name. She asked if I had enjoyed my first night in her little friend. I answered honestly and said that I did find much of the play arousing but would like out of the belt. Yev simply said that the belt was coming off only when she said and that she had no idea when that might be. What about hygiene I asked (whined)? Yev told me that the belt was far beyond any device I had ever read about or imagined. When it came time to defecate the belt would know it and when I sat would provide the necessary. Phir main nay hath uski shalwar kay andar dalay or uski gand ko dabany laga.Usay bhi maza aa raha tha.usnay meri zip kholi or hath under dal kar lun ko under wear say nikal liya or halkay halkay us ki muth marnay lagi, maira laura or sakht ho gia tha woo aab mujhay choom or chat rahi thi.Isi duran main nau aik ungli Shahida ki Gand mori main dali to us ki hi nikal gai..Asal mai 2 sal say us ki gand untouch thi.Phir main uski gand main ungli chalanay laga, to wo bhi gand hilany lagi.Phir main.