My large ******* were wet from the plumbing leak. I towel-dried them and called a plumber. I explained how the leak had saturated my bikini bra. He asked to see it. He agreed that a leaky pipe could be the reason. That night we became acquainted even better. He released my inner torment like he had learned how to do in plumbing school a long time ago. Sensing that the plumber was ready to plumb the depths of my post-pubescent being, I removed my clothing very quickly.