#107834 - I pulled the barrel further down, sliding down over her breasts sliding smoothly down guided by its guide pole off to the side and gradually revealing her face and neck and then her breasts, finally coming to rest against the diaphragm resting on her upper thighs, I raised the Barrel slightly and smeared quick drying cement round the join to form a watertight seal before I lowered the barrel again and locked it in position. How different from two years earlier, when I came home on leave, and found her among those applying for a job with Marchington Associates when Dad insisted I learn something of the business, she had claimed that she ran half marathons back then, she was so lithe and perfect that I became excited just looking at her, but now even her cheeks looked puffy, her make up sloppily applied and the lipstick a hideous orange shade. Oh yes sir, his Lordship was most particular sir.