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feel?”
    “Your breasts
and especially your nipples become very sensitive and, of course,
they are much more noticeable.”
    “They certainly
are,” Gaëlle exclaimed.
    “I haven’t
dared yet to go out after pumping them up. I’m only a housewife
after all, not a top model.”
    “None of us is.
The important thing is your reaction, rather than other people’s.
You would certainly feel very sexual, I imagine.”
    “Oh yes, very.
Would you like to watch me do it?”
    “Maybe later,”
Gaëlle said, telling herself to defer the gratification. “I’d be
interested to see the equipment, though, if you want to show it to
me.”
    Odile stood and
led the way through to another, smaller room with no outside
windows, but several mirrors. “Barbara’s dressing room,
originally,” Odile explained. “Her secret sex room now. You get the
picture?” she asked, opening the drawer of a bureau to reveal an
array of vibrators of all shapes and sizes, each in its own little
niche. “But this is what you wanted to see.” Beside a sofa on the
floor sat an electric pump. Several sets of transparent plastic
tubing hung neatly alongside it. A box of little glass cylinders of
varying diameters was on a low table nearby.
    “You can do
both nipples at once,” Odile explained, holding up a section of
tubing, “When the pump is working, your nipples feel as if they
could be drawn right up the cylinder and out at the other end. But
they never are, fortunately.” she concluded, and laughed.
    “Isn’t it
noisy?” Gaëlle inquired.
    “No, that’s the
beauty of Barbara’s money. The pump is almost totally silent. It
cost a bomb, I’m sure.” Odile chose one of the cylinders and
clipped it to the tube.
    “Let me
demonstrate,” she said. “Cover the open end with the palm of your
hand to form a seal.”
    Gaëlle did as
she was told and Odile flicked a switch. There was a quiet hum, and
Gaëlle felt a slight suction against her palm. Odile turned a knob,
and suddenly the skin of Gaëlle’s hand was being drawn up into the
tube.
    “It’s almost as
powerful as a vacuum cleaner!” Gaëlle declared.
    “If you let go
of it, the suction will hold it in place,” Odile told her. “Can you
imagine what it does to a nipple? I’ve set it to straight suction,
but if I do this…it pulses, as well,” she said, flicking another
switch.
    Gaëlle nodded,
although her own mind was not thinking of the effect on nipples but
of how it would feel if she fitted the cup tightly over her
clitoris hood. The mere idea of it gave her the trembles. She
calmed herself down and pulled the cylinder away from her skin. It
made a plopping sound and left a red ring on her palm. Time for
a change of subject ..
    “Shall we go
for a swim now?” she suggested. “I think perhaps we should cool
off. I’ve even brought my swimsuit this time.”
    She couldn’t
miss how Odile’s face fell.
    “But I’m happy
to swim naked, if that’s what you usually do,” Gaëlle added
quickly.
    Odile’s face
lit up again.
    “Let’s go,
then.”
    Down in the
pool area, Gaëlle stripped off. Odile also undressed totally. As
Gaëlle had noticed on the previous occasion, Odile showed the marks
of motherhood, with stretch lines on her stomach and breasts, but
that didn’t prevent her from being an attractive woman, Gaëlle
reflected.
    “Let’s swim,”
Odile said, slipping into the water. “Just do your own thing. I saw
that you were used to doing lengths, so go ahead.”
    Gaëlle took her
at her word and gave herself up to the pleasure of rhythmical
front-crawl lengths, tumble-turning at each end. When her internal
clock told her she had done thirty minutes, she stopped. She stood
in the shallow end, breathing deeply and appreciating the sense of
well-being that a good workout always gave her.
    “That was
impressive,” Odile said. “I can see you’re used to serious
exercise. If you want to paddle for a while to get your breath
back, I’ll just go and get the