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At the Dairy Queen, I got a berry sundae, a mixture of different berries, and Julia got a hot fudge with nuts. We sat down at one of the picnic tables to eat. I handed Julia one of the paper towels.
"You're leaking," I said, pointing to a thin stream of her fluids running down her smooth leg.
She surreptitiously wiped herself off. I received another alert on my phone, not an orgasm this time, her battery was about to die.
"Time to change Trainers," I said.
"You don't expect me to do it out here, do you, Master?"
"No, you can use the ladies room," I answered.
"I wouldn't mind earning a break from the Trainer, Master."
"Out here," I suggested, "or were you planning on one of us trying to sneak the other into one of the bathrooms?"
"They have a companion bathroom, Master. We could both go into that one without much in the way of questions being raised except neither of us looks like we need assistance."
"Sure, I'm game," I said. "Everyone will know what we were doing in there, but why not. You'll still have to put the new one in when we're finished, as it's your only chance to put one on before we get home."
"Yes, Master."
We went into the companion restroom and Julia gave me a superb blow job, eagerly swallowing my cum. There had been a big change in that department since her slavery started, a very welcome change. She removed the old Trainer and once again, it was layered white with her cum. She washed it, wiped herself down thoroughly and put the charged one in. I set my watch timer for fifteen and we walked out of the bathroom looking guilty as sin, but mighty pleased with ourselves. She walked more briskly while the Trainer was off and we were nearly home before I turned it on again. She slowed down some afterward, not risking the energetic movement of her legs.
We reached the house without meeting anyone else. Lisa was still mowing, but she was in the backyard.
"Master, I'd like to try and sleep if it's possible with this thing in me. I'm tired from all of the orgasms I've had so far. Would you have an objection?"
"No, if you can sleep, more power to you. I'm going to get a status report from Jerry on some of the projects he's working on. Put this back on the charger," I said, handing her the dead Slave Trainer.
Julia disappeared in the bedroom. I was unconcerned she'd try removing it without my permission. I'd get an alert if she tried to do so. I called Jerry, my second in command and the guy I most trusted to run my business in my absence.
"Hey, Jerry, how's everything going?"
"On the whole, everything's going great, with the exception of the Watkins' residence."
"What's going on with the Watkins now?" Most likely it was Mrs. Watkins. She changed her mind as often as a flying bumblebee changed directions. Every change cost money, but if her husband was willing to pay for the changes, she could make as many as she wanted.
"She thinks the pillar we have for the balcony overhanging the family room is too big. Takes away from the appearance it's floating," Jerry said.
"It's load bearing. It has to support the whole damn thing." Shit! I suppose we could put in a metal column. "We could go smaller with metal."
"I suggested that. She doesn't like the appearance of a metal beam, she wants wood. It just has to be smaller, no bigger than 3x3, not the 8x8 we need for the support. I hate to disturb your vacation, but I think you need to talk to her."
Jerry knew I hadn't left town. We were still scheduled to play poker tomorrow night. This was more of a staycation. He didn't know it was to play with my new slave girl, but he knew I was doing something with my wife. How annoying could Mrs. Watkins get, willing to sacrifice the strength and integrity of her house for appearance? The building inspector would never approve of a 3x3 wood beam. What a royal pain in the ass.
As soon as I got off the phone, I looked at the specs and plans again. No fucking way a 3x3 wood beam was going to support the balcony. It wouldn't have the structural integrity. I called the Watkins.
Might as well start with the Missus. Web Watkins would probably go along with whatever Glenda wanted. He usually did.
"Glenda Watkins please," I said.
"Speaking."
"Jerry said you're having a problem with the support beam for the balcony."
"Yes, it needs to be smaller."
"It can't be any smaller without being steel and Jerry said you want a wood beam."
"I do."
"A wood beam that small can't support the weight of the balcony, Mrs. Watkins. It would never pass inspection by the building inspector. It's unsafe."
"I've seen unsupported balconies at opera houses and movie theaters," she insisted.
"It's an entirely different structure, Mrs. Watkins. The supporting walls are steel and concrete, not wood. An unsupported balcony on your house would tear down both of the supporting walls. There needs to be some sort of support in the middle, or the whole thing comes toppling down like a stack of cards."
"Can't you build it like that?"
"I could, but it would mean tearing down everything we've done so far and starting over. You'd be paying for a whole new house on top of whatever else we've already done. The only thing you wouldn't pay for would be the foundation and I'm not even sure of that. It might require a thicker foundation to go with steel and poured concrete walls. You agreed to the plans when we first put this house together. Why change everything else we've done now?"
"I don't like the look of it. It looks too big, thick and stupid."
I pounded my forehead with my hand. Shit! I hoped I could talk Web into not making the changes. The cost alone would turn most men's heads, but Web had money to burn and he might go along with the fucking changes no matter what the cost. The sooner I could finish this job and be done with the Watkins, the better I'd like it. Talk about someone who could use a couple weeks of sex slavery to get her off her fucking pedestal, Glenda would be my top choice. She even looked pretty good. Speaking of sex slaves, Julia came back into the room, apparently unable to sleep because she hadn't been gone that long and she still looked wired. I pointed to the ground at my feet and she knelt down and waited for me to finish.
"Could I speak to Web, please."
"You know he's going to agree with me. Just make the changes."
"Ma'am, even if he does agree to the changes, it's going to cost him a lot of money. I need to get his approval before I start to tear everything down. I probably can't get him a final figure now without consulting an engineer, but I should damn well give him a rough estimate."
"One moment please."
"Thank you."
A couple minutes later and Webley was on the phone. Webley. No matter he did whatever his wife told him to, stuck with a name like that.
"Web here."
"Has Jerry spoken to you about what Glenda wants him to do?"
"Yes, he has."
"We can't pass building inspection trying to use a 3X3 wood beam. It won't support the balcony as needed. Yet she insists. To do what she wants would probably mean tearing up everything we've done so far and starting from scratch. You've already got approximately $60k in materials and labor invested in the house. That all gets trashed if we start over and the new construction will probably substantially increase the price of the house. The types of walls she's talking about will cost more than the wood frame walls we have now and the foundation may have to be strengthened to support new, heavier walls. I know you can probably afford what she wants to do, but isn't there a limit as to how much you want to spend to build a house of this size. For the amount we're talking about, you could probably have built something twice the size. Yet this house won't be any bigger, just more expensive."
"I like to keep my wife satisfied, Mr. Rivers. It makes my life so much easier."
"I like to keep my wife satisfied as well, Mr. Watkins, but there are limits as to what I'm able to do." Julia smiled at that, recognizing my double entendre intended for her.
"I don't have many limits, Scott; at least as far as money goes. If she wants to change it, go ahead and change it."
"Okay. I'll have an engineer check over everything and get back to you as to the new price."
"Fine." Click.
"What seems to be the problem, Master?"
"Glenda Watkins doesn't like the size of the beam to hold up her balcony. It needs an 8x8 wood beam to be structurally sound. A 3x3 tempered steel beam would do the job, but she doesn't want a steel beam, she wants wood. I'm probably going to have to tear down everything and start from scratch. I'm almost ready to tell them to get another builder. I've never had such a pain in the ass client before. I'd just as soon be done with the whole thing."
"What if you used the steel beam and boxed it with laminated wood, or whatever material would make her happy, Master. Theoretically, you could use anything from tile, to mirrors to marble. It would look like what she wants and still be structurally sound."
I looked at her in amazement. What a fucking brilliant idea. I kissed her. "I knew there was a reason I married you besides your stunning good looks."
She smiled happily. "I'm glad I could be of service sir."
"You just earned yourself a fucking hour respite from the Trainer the next time I cum."
"Your slave would find such a respite most welcome, Master."
"I take it you couldn't sleep?"
"No, Master. It's hard to sleep when you're cumming. Speaking of which, do you think you'll be able to cum again soon."
"Let me call Jerry and get him started on your brilliant idea. I'll probably have to go to work tomorrow and see if I can't convince the Watkins to accept your plan. Probably need to get an early start, put together some different materials for the boxing, so she could see her choices."
"I'm sorry you'll have to work, Master. I've enjoyed our time together."
"Me too, my beautiful slave. I'm so glad I suggested this to you and even more happy you accepted the challenge."
I called Jerry back and told him everything I'd discussed with the Watkins and Julia's idea. Jerry was as enthusiastic as I was. He had to deal with the Watkins more than I did as the supervisor of their construction. By the time I was finished, it was close to supper time. I asked Julia if she'd like to order delivery again or if we should prepare our food here.
"Would I be naked, sir, and would you do things to me in front of them again?"
"Slaves shouldn't know what's on the mind of their Masters. Everything should be open and anything might happen."
She smiled at me. "I would prefer we prepare our own food then, Master."
"As you wish. One other question. I'm probably able to cum again. Would you like to do it now before supper so you can eat in peace, or after we eat so you can try to nap again."
"Eating without orgasms sounds pleasant to me, Master. Let's have sex now."
"Mouth or ass?"
She looked at me with a sly smile on her face. "The previous time you used my ass, I saw stars, Master. I would not be averse to stars again."
"You mean when you roused the whole neighborhood?"
Julia blushed and said, "Yes, sir."
"Find your lubricant and meet me in the bedroom."
Julia rose gracefully to her feet and scurried off to find it. I was naked and in the bedroom when she returned. My cock wasn't completely hard yet, but well on its way. Three minutes in her mouth took care of the rest. I was continuously amazed at how having a lovely wanton slave doing my bidding around kept my libido going. I was almost 33 and fucking like a teenager. It was almost like exploring sex with a completely different woman. Julia was being kept in a state of perpetual cumming by the Slave Trainer, so she didn't require foreplay. On the other hand...
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