Well, if I wanted my husband’s fingers to keep touching my nipple the way they were, which I very much did, the toys were unreachable. I slowly and ...arefully reached down and slid my fingers into my panties. I wanted to take them off but I feared if I moved too much it would cause him to stop, and I didn’t want that. I was wet, nearly soaked. I couldn’t believe how such a simple touch could get me so aroused. I touched my clit and felt the sparks fly through my body. I knew it wouldn’t take. .....Janet Fallon was in high spirits on her return that evening. Mrs Blossom had defrosted a pizza which only needed heating in the microwave. The beautifully-laundered black lingerie was all hanging neatly on the airing line. In her handbag (to be savoured alone in bed later, when she would masturbate herself with her vibrator), Janet had carefully secreted the panties soiled by Carl that lunchtime. She poured herself a large glass of red wine. "I'm home, honey," she cooed up the. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in was in her bedroom. She would find something else to amuse her and sometime during the day her mother would change my nappy and feed me and put me back in the cot. I could. I heard a voice from the other end of the hall so I headed in that direction. There was a booth where a very obese man, around his mid-forties, was sitting and sleeping. In front of him on the counter was a small bell. I rang it.-“AH! What, wa? Who are you?” The man said after being startled by the bell.-“Hi, I’m Eric. I just arrived with the…”-“With the train yadayadayada, I don’t need much knowin’ ‘bout chu. Where ya headin?” He asked as he sat up straight. -“I’m trying to find this address.”.