It’s been a long fifteen years since you got popped on your last job. Add the one year you spent on house-arrest in the halfway house and you’ve l...st sixteen years of your life to this point. You’re not the naïve 19 year old petty criminal you were when you got nabbed. You’re not the reformed model citizen you’ve been portraying the past year either. No, you’re ready to be the master criminal you know you can be.You think back and remember how it started, you had been doing small time. "She sighed, shook her shoulders, and prepared for the tedious drive. To keep her spirit up she put "Trisha Yearwood's The Sweetest Gift" CD into the player. Music always calmed her troubled spirit.Luck must have been sitting in the front seat with her because there wasn't much traffic on the road. Nevertheless the nasty weather had slowed her car down to a crawl at thirty-five miles per hour.She began thinking about her own life. For a woman of fifty-six Melinda still considered herself sexy.. She sucked on Ben's cock using her lipson his shaft and her tongue on his glans, she was hoping he wouldfinish soon and he did. He gripped her head and fucked her mouth as hefilled it with his musky issue. Felicity had no choice but to swallowit. It didn't taste as bad as she expected it would.Ben stepped out of the circle and Carl Huntley, a defensive tackle whowas carrying as much fat as muscle took his place and pushed her faceinto his groin. Felicity's head was under his protruding. My father came into my room after talking with my mother for a few minutes and demanded to see. I lifted my skirt to show him and was about as red then as I had been when the nun caught me. To my surprise I wasn’t spanked or physically punished at all. My father told me to change into a fresh diaper and come to dinner. I was completely confused.At dinner my parents informed me that I was to be punished. They were going to make me wear and use all the diapers I had purchased, which was a.