Then back up along her arms to her shoulders and gently massage. Ann lets out a moan and I feel some tension leave. My hands move back to the buttons ...nd slowly open each one. When all the buttons are undone my hands slip under her breasts on top of the blouse. Sliding up they cup her breasts and my thumbs rub over the nipples. Flicking them through the blouse and the bra I can feel her nipples getting hard. Pulling the blouse open, my hands rub the silky lace of her bra and I feel her nipples. We welded the sections back together, supported the rail on extremely sturdy mounts near the cave's ceiling then mounted a travelling carriage modelled after a rail car truck with a chain block-and-tackle hanging under it, designed for moving the heavy stuff. We wanted a full-scale metal forming facility but some of the equipment just wouldn't break down into man-portable sections. (I'd seen photographs of military ship-board fabrication facilities with just such an overhead crane. That's what. For some reason I wanted to be the only onewho know her as Beth. "Hmmmmmm," Sharisaid, putting a finger under the slave's chin and lifting her head so she coulddry off her tear-stained face. "Now what should we call you? "There's time to decide that," I said. "Now do you want tosee the other part of your surprise?" "What do you mean?" "Well, our slave has to have a place to live." Shari looked at me, a grin spreading on her lips. Inodded toward. I trimmed all the way back around her asshole too, leaving short, bristle like hairs. Ken's cock was at full mast, all nine and a half inches of it. Debra kept looking at Ken's cock then down at mine. I tried to ignore it because it was distracting me. The washcloth, then the lather. I explained to Ken how to use his finger to wipe off her clit, labia and other sensitive areas, and to use his finger to protect them. Kay's legs were flung wide, high in the air, with Debra holding her.