"Doing what?" I asked. “Testing everything. I’ve seen my share of subs, and you’re the only one who always checks whether the bonds will hold.... "I don’t know," I said slowly. Did I? And was that bad? Something inside me rebelled at his use of the word "sub." I wasn’t a sub, was I? When Tom and Josh (and me) had made sure I couldn’t move, they left and came back with plates of food, which they began to arrange on my body. Bits of vegetables, cubes of cheese, and crackers were placed. Eventually, I was using it whenever Ihad my girl clothes on, which was starting to be a lot.I'd started settling into a routine, if a bizarre one, of boyhoodduring work hours, followed by a makeover and an evening of girlhood.I continued to stay in on the weekend when I could, reveling in beingable to paint my fingernails for at least a couple of days. Regularly,I'd masturbate over what I was doing to myself, and regularly I'd befilled with regret on climaxing. But it never seemed to last. ”“Good Lord man! There’s water a lot closer to the surface than that. Besides, there ain’t no pumps that’ll pump more than a hundred feet at best.”“John, I’m looking for a much more dependable source of water and I believe primary water is the answer. It’s going to be deeper than you usually drill, yes, but that’s what I want to do. As far as pumps go, we both know that pumps get better every year. What I’m really hoping though is that the water is under enough pressure that it will rise up the. Missed you, missed…this, I say softly, sliding my hand up his leg to lightly grip his cock through his baggy jeans. His smile encourages me, and I lightly stroke him before getting up and adjusting my leggings, Wanna leave? He nods and we walk to his car, me a little faster than normal, my tits bouncing slightly in the red and black lace bra I put on just for him. When we sit down and I fasten my seatbelt, his hand moves to my leg, making me bite my lip softly. As we pull out out the parking.