" Well perhaps if I did it she might not get so excited." That's a good idea sir, but don't you think you should take your clothes off, just in case?"...Yes I suppose I should Jill if I take my shirt off, do you think you could take my jeans off, just to help me of course?"Mum looked at us in mock alarm. "You're not going to do anything naughty to me are you?" Oh don't be silly Polly, of course not, Sir just doesn't want to get his clothes wet that's all, isn't it sir?"As Jill opened my jeans, my. .." She was staring at his groin again. The inference was clear, and yet she didn't seem ... passionate ... about it. It was more like she was simply curious, and for reasons he couldn't fathom it made him feel less like he was about to see a train wreck."You just want to touch it," he breathed. "That's all ... right?"She nodded, never breaking her gaze.He had to concentrate on making his fingers loosen their grip. He was mildly astonished to see the stark white imprint of his fingers fill. Although I knew the area we had started from well, it took only a few moments for me to lose my bearings entirely. We drove at speed for a while on the expressway, then more slowly with quite a few stops for lights and stop signs. The windows of the van were quite dark, and positioned as I was there was very little chance that anyone other than a truck driver could have seen any part of me, but I couldn't help but think of what would happen if my Master were to run a light or something, perhaps. "It all came to a head when The Lady ordered us to strip our beds andgive the sheets and blankets their monthly washing. As I stripped mybed the smell of urine was overwhelming and it was obvious to everyonein the room what I had been doing every night while I slept. I was soembarrassed. And The Lady made it worse by describing to everyoneexactly what my problem was, and beginning to call me "the baby" andordering me to "solve my problem - or else." Well, I even tried nothaving anything to.