" He peered around the spotless hall. "The château is obviously very well run - everyone must have been working hard. You know, I think we could do w...th a little relaxation, Stephen. Perhaps we can have a party this evening? I am sure we can find something to celebrate." He ignored the squeals of excitement from the brain-injured kitchen slave at his feet, choosing instead to scratch her gently behind her ear.Master Imran smiled at the two Oriental men who had arrived with the convoy. They were. We said we were just going for a ride, and we dressed and got the hell out of there. First though Angie took Sally into the bathroom for a shower, and they went together into the stall and closed the curtain on themselves. Higgie and I peeked in to see if Angie was keeping up the act, and she was, because they were embracing, kissing deeply and shoving their bodies together the way it was supposed to be. Naturally, Sally was reacting from self-pity and sorrow, and Angie was using the situation. As she moved back and forth, the men finished undressing, grinning at each other over their tremendous good fortune.When Kate had satisfied her oral fixation, she stood, putting an arm around each man. “Who’s first?” she asked sly smile.“I think you get to choose,” Mal answered.She pushed Mitch backward until he bumped into a chair. “Sit,” she told him before she straddled him, taking his stiff rod as far as it would go. “Yes!” she cried out. “Oh fuck, yes!”Mal pulled a chair near Mitch, sat. The sweet aromas of make-up, hair spray and perfumeintoxicated my thoughts. The funny thing was that as part of our D/shobbying, on occasion, my wife would briefly crossdress me and waskeenly aware of a subtle streak of femininity in my nature. But she hadno idea how Stacy enjoyed tormenting her outer sissy in diapers.Thoughts of soon wearing the diapers filled my consciousness, thinkingof my restricted erection straining inside this heavy cloth entrapmentand the dampness created by the plastic.