? I tell them, and they tellme that's what the diaper is for.? But mycock is squeezed too tight to let me piss.?They only tell me that's my problem, n...t theirs.? My bladder hurts, but they pay no attentionas they continue to fill me with their piss and cum.? I also realize that I have to shit and tellthem.? They tell me they will help me abit.? And with that someone pushes down hardon my bladder.? It hurts like hell, butforces my piss through my cock.? At thesame time, I begin to shit in my. So, we were very sexually involved with each other, very happy with it, loved loving each other's bodies, just relishing in the physical sex we were having.We often spent our summer days naked in the house, just enjoying our sexuality together, there was no embarrassment or shame or shyness between us. It was wonderful.We did have new neighbors, a young married couple, Steve and Sandra, who we met when they moved in. They had our parents and us over after they were in a few weeks. They're a. I hadn't heard Max come in, so I assumed that she was still out. I decided to give her another hour, but I still tried her phone again, with the same result.It was gone four in the morning when I heard a car pull up outside the house, followed by the sound of a door closing shortly afterwards, and then a key in the front door lock. Max must have seen that the light was still on in the sitting room, so she came in. it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to see that she was pissed as a fart."I told you. "You must be the luckiest SOB that ever lived," he said, sarcastically."Sir???" I said, confused."You just delivered two live terrorists to me, and one dead one. The live ones are worth millions in rewards, because our boys are pretty much killing everything that moves from this bunch. We need intel, and you've delivered it in spades, so thanks, and make sure you give the nice bean- counter over there the information so he can make the electronic transfers to your bank."Now, as far as what.