He quickly realised that he was trapped in the metal cage and could onlywait until he was released. He was fully aware however that his nappywas wet a...d bursting with liquid which was already beginning to oozeout.The door was pushed open and in walked Goddess, but her demena wasdifferent."Hello Sweetie, how was your sleep. Oh you have a wet nappy, my Sissieswill change this for you. Can you tell me you name?" She asked in aquiet comforting tone."Chrissie," Steve replied without any thought.. . sorry ... this is really hard for me,” he sniffled. “I want you to take Megan on as your companion,” he finally got out.Tom was not the brightest person in our school. He wasn’t stupid, just a bit slower than most of the others. He and Megan Gordon had been dating since grade school, and anyone who ever saw them together knew they only had eyes for each other. They shared a connection that very few people ever find with one another. I think ‘soul mates’ would most definitely describe the. In the past when he’s touch my pussy and stroked me he’s just never stay there too long even though his hand went in me last time but again not for too long and just past my pussy lips for a moment. I still thought OK maybe just maybe he’s not going any further I’m not naïve it’s just that at no time does he give me a wink or nod before or after my session. I was beginning to think he just gives a very thorough massage and it wasn’t meaning to be sexual. OK I know that’s nuts since his hands. "Hi, sweetheart. How was your day?" he said waiting deferentially whilst she took off her coat and parked her purse. He wasn't really that concerned for he knew that she would have very little interest in him. She mumbled an 'it-was-OK' answer and passed him by to go through to the lounge."I've poured you a glass. Why don't you sit down, put your feet up and I'll get your supper prepared."She looked sideways at him as he handed her the glass and thought to herself as he scuttled back toward the.