All thewhile she teased me about how I deserve to be in girls diapers for beingsuch a complete pussy. Miss Danielle sat on the side of the tub and ga...eme a sponge bath and then led me to the changing table. Once on my backshe lifted my legs and told me to keep them up and she slid a new pair ofpink pampers on me. To my relief, it seemed that the shocker was notbeing reattached to me or the buttplug reinserted but I did remain inchastity. Miss Danielle next handed me a very juvenile yellow. Anal intercourse or, for that matter,Fellatio makes a woman sympatheticTo a man, especially one like me,Whose breasts are counterbalancedBy the weight of cock and ballsAnd millions of wriggling spermOf her very own to burst in bouquetsAnd detonations, infernos and frowns,And missiles that never miss their mark,No matter what stands between themAnd the thing they're targeting.OBSCENITY DEFINEDHeterosexuality is not a problem,For women are made for degradation;Bisexuality is only half a. It's not like he's going to stiff me completely.Marissa went back to the bedroom and began to dress.I told you so, the one voice said. He got up and left. You made yourself vulnerable to him and now he's just going to treat you like the whore you are.No, he's not! the other voice said, the voice she had spent the last five years ignoring. He'll be back. There's a good explanation.Then why didn't he leave a note? Why isn't he cooking you breakfast? Why didn't he wake up with you? He used you and. Or perhaps that is just her natural coloring, he wonders. After entering Mark's office, Marissa turns around to shut the door, revealing a pretty bow at the top of her skirt. The long ribbons draws his eyes to her curvy behind, and his gaze stays there long enough for her to turn around catch him. His eyes dart away, and she blushes slightly. She gently sits down in one of the executive lounge chairs directly in front of him with a notepad and pencil in hand. She crosses her legs and adjusts.