"Huh?" I blink at her. The words register but the meaning misses me."Go to my room," she orders.I stride back to her room unthinkingly. Stewart is wat...hing. I avoidlooking at him. I avoid thinking of him. Or my dress. Or is hands. Or mypanties. I run into the door frame as I enter Jenny's room. I spingracelessly and bark my shin on her bed. I sit."Here!" Jenny hands me something crinkly. "Get dressed right!" she tellsme.It's a fresh diaper and the dreaded fuchsia rumba panties. I blushhorribly.. .his cock was hard as his shorts fell…..yours was hard too…and he was sucking you…taking it deep down his throat.’ It seemed no mater where he and I went we were being found and watched. Bernie was squeezing my cock and holding my balls, pulling on my tight little scrotum skin, occasionally teasing my puckered little rear hole with his finger. ‘Oooooooh……Bernie that feels amazing…..so good…..so fucking good,’ I gasped I wanted to cum so bad, I was so close. Bernie just looked at me and said,. He just let it rest there for a few moments and then he undid the zip on my jeans and asked me to pull them down a bit. Whilst I pulled them down he pulled out his cock and just let it sit there, semi erect and didn't say anything. I remember looking at it, thinking about how wide it was (now I know he has excellent girth) and how much I didn't want to put his throbbing cock in my mouth. What if i choked, what if it tasted bad, what if I bit it?! As you can tell, I was completely relaxed.....He. “Clyde, take off your shoes and socks and shirt, and then stand before me. I want to prepare you for your spanking by my daughter, Susan.”I thought after I installed the shelves and delivered the bin that I would be able to go home and relax by watching the television, but now I am about to be spanked. This time it is more frightening to me because my wife is still at home and I don’t know what she told Kathy and her daughter. I have learned that I better follow other women’s orders when they.