She had two posts in each outer lip. She said that they represented her four children. She even had a very pretty butterfly tattooed on her left breas.... She didn’t mind me looking at her or touching her. She really peed though when I let her sit on the toilet. In her case I just reached down and rubbed her clit until she had an orgasm. Then I cleaned her up and attached her to the wall.By the time I got to Harold he was worthless. He was scared stiff and weak as hell. He couldn’t have resisted. ” She slapped my ass and said, “You make a perfect bottom bitch I can’t wait to set it up for you. The real thing will feel almost like what you have up there now.” She punctuated her sentence with a powerful thrust causing me to arch my back in pleasure. I said, “I’m not gay.” She replied, “It doesn’t matter if your gay or not. Who cares? You’re a bottom bitch and that’s that baby!” She began to pick up the pace slamming me harder and harder saying, “Close your eyes baby and imagine I’m a real. We kissed passionately and I took the opportunity of exploringher outfit. Beneath her satin top she was naked with her nipplessticking out like bullets and as I touched them she shuddered inmy arms."I need to check to see if you need your nappy changed," I saidand pushed her back onto the bed. I pulled her frilly pantiesdown and as I expected found rubber baby pants on below. Ipulled these down and below found an adult sized terry nappycomplete with nappy pins. I slipped my hand down the front. And at every step of the way, we flirted. It started off as a few coy remarks, but as time wore on I was finding excuses to put my hand on his arm or make some other form of contact. To my delight, John brushed his hand against my back every time he stepped around me in the narrow space behind the counter. I tried to convince myself that he was just letting me know he was behind me so I didn’t crash into him, but more than once I caught his small smile out of the corner of my eye..