She told me that just thinking of him sucking my sperm out if her pussy made her orgasm it was a good thing she said because when her got on top of he... his dick was so soft he could barely get it in her. Then once he did he lasted a couple strokes before he was out. She rolled him off and finished herself off with her fingers and the things that happened earlier in the day. Now as she was telling me all of this she was jacking me off and I had a hand between her legs playing with her clit. So. It was good to get out of the flat and into whatever gentle breeze was on offer by way of fresh air. I didn’t want much. Which was just as well because I couldn’t afford much. My dole money was enough to cover the basics, but little else. Fortunately we tend to eat less in warm weather. Three years of working hard at university had earned me a respectable degree, which, bolstered by the proverbial rose tinted optimism, I had assumed would serve to neatly shoehorn me into me a decent job. But. "Surprise."Anna's quiet comment defused the situation. She would never know how lucky she was. I was certainly happy I didn't have to burn down this house or worse to cover up her death."I think we should both happen to need a midnight snack downstairs, don't you? You want coffee?"I just nodded."See you there then."Anna closed her window again and the curtains and left me to seek my own room. I ignored the telltales -- they were meaningless now -- and hurriedly began to pad out one of the. Then, after what seems like ten, fifteen minutes, she tapes the big diaper on me. Mistress adds pink plastic pants, and white padded pants over that. I cannot close my legs, so thick is the package over my crotch. Wonderful. Mistress then points towards all the lovely clothes and things she assembled. ‘Dress up time’, she coos. Pink fishnet stockings, with an open crotch for my diapers. eLayer after layer of pink petticoats. On my feet, light pink, padded baby slippers. Mistress helps me stand.