I wiggled my feet, several times, but nobody came. Whenever I saw someone passing by, I wiggled them again, but they would just ignore me.Another guy ...ame and stood between my legs. He took notes of what he saw on a notebook. I wiggled my feet frantically trying to call his attention. At that time I had another orgasm, this one hurt a little because I needed to pee. The man smiled at my pussy and said ?Go girl?. I kept wiggling my feet, but he just tickled them with his pen, turned around and. I suddenly saw, for the first time, thatserving a master was more than a game, more than sexual pleasure. Ihad just received a real eye-opener, and wasn't sure I liked it!There was no sex, no release, no tenderness that night. I was sent tobed in a diaper and nightgown about eight, after being told to use theLidocaine cream on my backside so that I could sleep.The rest of the week was a sort of series of stops and starts. Tuesdaynight came, and the gentleman came by to look at the. The alcohol level in the disco was high and almost everyone there had been drinking for hours already.I was about to get another drink when something caught my attention. Two guys had just walked in and there were my age. One was shorter with short hair, jeans, a white T-shirt and a swagger about him like if he owned the place. His friend was taller, with brown hair, piercing blue eyes and dressed similarly.I watched them as they made their way to the bar and when they were given a beer each. “What the FUCK are you doing, sir! What in the holy hell is wrong with you? Can’t you control even a goddamned laser pistol?” The Sergeant erupted as he sprang at me and removed the pistol from my hands. “You are DONE here. I don’t ever want to see you on my range AGAIN! Sir!”“Sorry, I think it slipped a little” I said in apology, hoping it didn’t sound too insincere.“Dammit, you put my range and everyone on it at risk!”I looked around, noticing no one on the range but us. “Sorry Sergeant. I.