So David found himself in the salon a fewdays after Mummy first diapered him, dressed in a pair of too-shortshortie bibbed overalls with a teddy bear ...otif on the bib pocket,desperately hoping his bulging nappies and frilly socks had escaped thenotice of the tittering girls.David learned to hate his weekly visits to the salon with a passion. Theinitial visit had started off unassumingly, when Jane accompanied acowering Daphne to Isabell's salon for the first time. He knew Mummy wastaking him. " Why should we believe you or trust you?" Admiral Parker demanded."Because we will continue to destroy your ships otherwise," I told him frankly."He was injured when Queen Charlotte blew up. He is on my ship, Royal William," Captain Bathurst informed us."Point out your ship, and we will send healers there to care for him," I told him."He is being cared for by my ship's Doctor," the Captain told us."If you wish him to live, you will allow my people to heal him," I told him bluntly."I ... I.... Then she resumed, bringing him close yet again, holding him there as the seconds ticked by, the minutes, seeming to know with certainty when the slightest additional caress would transform him into a runaway train. Always, always she stopped just short of that point, when she sensed that he could hold back no longer&hellip,and then let him descend. The slit at the tip of his penis exuded a steady silvery ooze of fluid, a portent of the furious, pulsating torrent to come, when his tortured balls. "Seen enough Jack?" asked Fay as their eyes met.Jack smiled."Hey, I'm a member of the penis owner's club, it's mandatory," replied Jack making Fay giggle.Jack looked across to see the woman draping her beach towel over a sandy dip between the next clump of beach grass, probably only five yards away.Fay looked down to herself feeling the heat of the high sun. Whilst she might have an all over tan, the strong Mediterranean sun would require some sunscreen. As Fay looked to Jack, whilst he had a.