As I pulled the beers out of the fridge, I had a moment of clarity - there I was, standing in the glow of the refrigerator door, in a place certainly ...ot my home, dripping water onto the floor and naked. My cock was like an iron bar. I couldn't help but stroke it a little, and watch my cock drip precum onto the floor.For a while I stood in the glow of the refrigerator light, thinking about what I was doing. I loaded up my arms with the beers to take downstairs, and willed my erection to. "What's your name?" Damien. Just because I have to hang somebody is no reason not to be polite — as long as you are polite." Oh. It just feels weird. I'm really nervous, I never expected to hang... Master's hung me before but... We had talked about a guillotine and I... I'm sorry I'm just really scared. He told me just this morning." That's right, Ma'am. Your number was drawn in the lottery. Were you not aware that your Master had entered you?" I knew, I was at his feet when he did it... I just. How many times had mothers and wives cooked in this kitchen and reminded each other about the weather? He used to be annoyed that there was no phone in the kitchen. Now that seemed like a deliberate design rather than an oversight."Grandad!" a sing-song shout came from the living room, "I won!"April grinned and prodded JD with a spoon. "Go on. Out. Unless you want to cook."He surrendered and kissed his mother's cheek again on his way out. With Joan's help, he was able to give Jean a run for her. "They're in my sister's room," I said defeated. "But it won't matterbecause I can't get the panties off." Really?" he said excitedly and his voice went up an octave. "You can't?" They're locked on. Look in the back. See?" I answered.He ran his hands over my diapered butt. I could tell he was playinggently with the ruffles. His fingers finally came to a stop at thewaistband and what I believe is the lock."Look at that," he mused, "I think you're right, Katie. Does your mommylock you in your.