I was greeted by a living/dinning/kitchen room. The "kitchen" was composed of a refrigerator, stove, and a single countertop. The "dining" part of the...room was a small rectangular table good for four. And the "living" part of it was a coffee table with a sofa behind it and a chair on the other side. It was a small cramped space. And definitely not the cleanest. I gave a sigh of relief as he closed the doors behind me. It wasn't as bad as it could've been. At the very least, he wasn't hiding. And I have to admit that he was pretty good with his tongue, although he probably didn’t feel too comfortable with his nose deep inside my ass. As I came, I had no choice but to come down hard on his mouth so that by the time I recovered enough to raise myself up, he was gasping. I didn’t give him very long to catch his breath before I lowered my bottom down again and demanded another orgasm. Since I’m usually multi-orgasmic, this was pretty typical for me. Two or three are my standard. I really needed to go to thebathroom, and my bladder was feeling like it was going to burst. "CanI use the potty," I asked timidly.She shook her head. "Sorry, but you're stuck in diapers for at least afew days. That means you have to use them."I cringed, but knew that was probably the answer. She began strokingmy hair right then like she used to, and I forced myself to let gointo the diaper. It warmed and quickly ballooned as it soaked up theafternoons pee.The diaper honestly wasn't the worst. More passion?" Jessica asked."I'm sure it's just my imagination," Stephanie evaded."Of course not! We women notice things a man would never even dream of telling us verbally. We are much better at reading body language than men are. That's where a lot of our 'women's intuition' comes from. Trust your instincts, girl," Maria explained. "Now tell us!" I'm sure it's nothing, but it almost seemed as if he had something to prove. There was almost a desperate quality to it. Like I said, just.