He standing there still in his same state of mind, now growling and snarling at her just for reaching out and grabbing her drink, then sat right back ...own into his almost obedient sitting stance.She to was shaking to death in fear of him as she shakily swallowed her drink down and sat that glass back onto the side table, which he did nothing at this just watched intently as hell at her every move.Finally she spoke out to me shaking herself of the absolute fear of him afraid to even move one. They seemed to be disagreeing about something. Placing a finger over her mouth as if to quiet her down he said the only words I was able to understand. I looked as if he said the words "Just relax."He moved his hand back down to his cock as his arm was moving around adjusting something. I figured at that point he was lining the head of his dick up with my wife's pussy. My wife began talking again as Jerome started pushing his hips down towards Marisa. At that point he must have penetrated since. Thebelt was pulled tight, very tight, and fastened at the front and a smallpadlock put on it to secure it, the buckle and padlock were then hiddenwhen they fastened a loose flap of satin material in place.'Okay, you can put your pretty white panties on. What we've done is tolock you into your diaper. You will have to use it if you need to makewee wee or poo poos.'I pulled the white panties up and the bulk of the diapers and plasticpants filled them out. The women laughed and made me twirl round. His name was the improbable Emerson L. Palmer, and people of a certain age always asked if his middle name was Lake. His deadpan reply was "No, it's Lewis." We just called him 'Em'. He was a major in the Army.As if on cue I heard a soft feminine voice call out my name."Bill, is that you?" It was Crissy Palmer."Shit", I thought, I'm busted. I knew she couldn't see me in the dark, but she'd heard the ruckus and might call the cops if she thought there was a prowler. I knew I couldn't slink away.