” She had her phone in her hand.“What are you doing?”“Texting Rian to see if we can borrow his jigsaw. And probably some drill bits.” She wa... busy on her phone. “He says we can. He’ll even bring them over.” I looked at her. “What?” She asked.“I’m trying to figure out how to ask how you know this without sounding like a sexist pig.”“A girl can’t know how to use tools?”“Your mom and her perception of gender roles is a factor here.”She shrugged. “I took a woodshop class for the hell of it. It was. Adam, who had been sitting on one of the lower steps of the staircase, jumped to his feet.“I am sorry, milord.”“Never mind,” said Lionel. “Just bring me news when it comes.” He went back into the room and closed the door. That didn’t prevent his hearing the moans. Later, after he’d been walking for hours, he heard a shriek. He went to the door, and paused with his hand on the knob. There were three more shrieks, each louder. He knew there was nothing he could do, but he couldn’t leave the. “Please I would be very grateful. And it would make it easier for me to learn.” I added.For a time - it seemed like hours - Bart said nothing and continued to bathe me. Only after he had finished bathing me properly soaping, rinsing and drying my pussy and arse, probing his fingers into the holes and making sure I was properly cleaned and suitably frustrated, did he speak.“The Master knew that you would ask for this soon.” Said Bart in a matter-of-fact voice.“How?” I asked in amazement.“Sir. As luck would have it, the best available spot was in the leather chair immediately next to the beauty, a few feet in front of the direction she was facing. I gave her a couple of glances, but nothing beyond the looks I give to any attractive woman that I come across in public. I promptly turned on my laptop and began working on it as originally planned.For the next half hour or so, it seemed like a routine visit to a coffee shop. I would do some work on my laptop, and occasionally let my eyes.