“Harder.”The device started up again. I wondered how long I could edge myself by turning it up and down in quick succession. I gave it a go.“Har...er – ” I waited a few seconds for it to catch up. “Softer.”“Harder. Softer. Harder. Softer,” it wasn’t working. The commands were taking some time to take effect and so I just made it go harder until I was back up to a tightness that I was comfortable with.I have to admit, looking at the device sliding and slurping around my cock was much nicer than. He looked pointedly toward the bathrooms. At least he didn't expect me to disrobe in the restaurant.My pussy spasmed as a cold splash of fear washed down my spine. I floundered for an excuse.“But I didn’t bring my purse. I can’t just carry it around with me.”“So throw it away, or carry the bra out with you,” he said. “Go, now. No panties either.”Halfway to the bathroom, it occurred to me to refuse him. I stumbled half a step, thinking of turning around, but the moment of resistance passed. The. Garrett did work part time as a clean-up boy and ‘gofer’ for a local building contractor to earn most of his spending money. He enjoyed the work he did for them. It didn’t take any mental effort and little hard physical effort. He liked the work all right, but had no idea if he wanted to do that kind of work for a career. He even enjoyed being allowed to do some of the simpler work normally done by a carpenter or one of the other building professionals. He was learning a lot from his job and. Surely we,d be issued with lighter weight work uniforms soon. Next thing we checked our weapons in to the arms room and were assigned “hooches” temporary wood and canvas barracks to live in with wooden floors, waterproofing and mosquito netting. The floors discouraged snakes of which a few were non poisonous, but Not nasty spiders and those damned mosquitos always seemed to defy the netting. We soon got used to shaking out our boots when getting out of bed, my worst fears realised one morning.