"Look! Debbie has become a baby girl," she laughed.About that time I started feeling wet in my crotch. Then it occurred to me that I was wetting my di...pers. One of the girls noticed and went to get a dry diaper. When she returned, the girls changed my diapers."How do you like being a baby girl, Debbie?" one of the girls asked."I don't like it," I responded, "it's humiliating. And I'm a 49 year-old man, not a baby girl."The girls laughed at that. I clearly wasn't a 49 year-old man anymore.Then. You're right about one thing. He told me a little about your first marriage, what you went through. If he could do it to me, after what he saw ... well, I'd never trust him again. The marriage would be over."That hit me again, hard. I realized I had two options. On the one hand, I could alert Brad and, if he was stepping out, he could either call a halt to it, or, more likely, take it further undercover. On the other hand, I could snoop around, find out whether he was stepping out.So I had to. Bending down in front of her I pulled her knickers down and there her bush was the same as I remembered, a full 1970s bush.Parting her legs slightly I ran my tongue over her gash and then onto her clit, she moaned. She bent her knees but the position was virtually impossible. I stood up and said “Sit on my coat” as she did I pulled her pants off her ankles, parted her thighs and ran my tongue up her pussy and right onto her clitoris, she gasped.Licking away it seemed like an eternity for her to. Today I was filling time before I could get on with the evening’s investigation. Even though I was going to the party on official business, I couldn’t help but feel squeamish about people possibly finding out that I was “going out” with my assistant. All these kind mother substitutes that I surround myself with on Saturday afternoons would be shocked. Finally, at 7:30, I walked out of the Center and Riley’s car pulled up in front. She waited for me in the car and I worried she was having second.