I hardly bothered looking when she stopped, I justlay there eyes closed as she told me to lift feet, knees and thenbottom, until I realised she was pu...ting something on me and I opened myeyes in nervous curiosity. It was a nappy! Well it looked like a nappy,it was an adult incontinence pants really but to all appearances it wasa nappy. I struggled weakly in shocked humiliation, but her slap to mythigh hurt and left her imprint red on my white skin."Keep still, you're going to be little sissy. The memory of her husband drew her attention to the empty space on the other side of the full sized bed. George Kent had died four years before and for a time, Sandra had no interest in filling that void in her life. Now, after time had helped heal the jagged hole in her life, the constant demands on her time seemed to always take precedence over any personal life."Well you wanted to play with the big boys," she echoed in her head once more. Of course, why was it that so many of those big boys. I don't know how much the erotic vibrations from the engine that were coursing through my body had to do with that.I leaned against his strong back and put my arms around his waist. He said, "All you have to do is relax and enjoy the ride. You don't have to lean or anything. Centrifugal force will hold you in place and I'll take care of the steering. And if you get the seat wet, well, that's just fine with me."I laughed because there's every chance I'm going to do just that! I held on for dear. Across from me were stables and what looked like an apple orchard in full bloom. I pulled into one of the parking spaces near the main building and noted the number of high-end luxury sedans parked there. I silently tipped my hat at the two battered Jeeps off to the side, apparently belonging to the establishment, rather than the guests, and got out.It was a lovely place. It had probably been a turn of the nineteenth century manor hour for the surrounding lands. My history of the area was not.