But instead of feeling guilty and caring about what anyone would think, I just wanted what Mitchel was doing to my nipples even more. It did not feel ...rong and I felt no guilt. It felt good and for the first time in my life I felt ‘right’ about making a choice that was not based on my upbringing. My excitement and curiosity grew, as did something beneath Mitchel’s clothing. I rolled my hips into his, squeezing his cock between us. We both moaned and I began the arduous process of removing his. The thoughts were flowing much more slowlyand more simple, like - I had no idea how to go washroom or make food orwhat school was."There you go sweetheart," the man said. "My machines seem to be workingso nicely, now let me get you into something more comfortable."The man brought a tiny outfit and a diaper which he put on me."You're a touch old for diapers, but I had to make sure I could use mymachines for such drastic changes, dont worry though, once all the testsare over I'll change you back. “Mmmpph!” I tried to protest quietly. Why did he do that? Did he expect me to suck them?I was, however, immediately distracted by another jolt of pleasure. He was now massaging my rigid member with his large hand. He rubbed, squeezed and slowly started to stroke it.My mind now filled with lust, I started to suck on his fingers. By doing so, I somehow felt as if I was fulfilling a desire. A desire I didn’t know I had before. A desire to wrap my lips around something while being pleasured.I began. She stopped, leaned forward kissed Carl. She got off his cock and turned her face towards it and put it in her mouth. Mmmm – that cock with her juices tasted so fucking good. Carl grabbed Petra by her hair and tugged her back towards him and made her lay down flat. He got up, opened her legs up. He had to taste her pussy again. Petra groaned again. He disdainfully spat on her already wet cunt, grabbed his cock and f***ed it inside her hard. Petra let out a gasp. With long, deep, powerful.