He had arrived on Margaret's radar because occasionally Joycechecked John's mobile just in case anyone was snooping around. Of coursehis father was ta...en care of now, nicely locked away, bound and gaggedand immersed in his world of taffeta and nylons. No-one else seemed tocare about John's whereabouts except an old schoolmate called Jason whosepersistence was a worry to the women at Taffeta Torment.They had decided on a plan and since Joyce was far too obsessed withgrooming John, Margaret was. OooZack woke as usual with a soggy messy diaper. He had absolutely no ideahow long he had been stuck with Daddy. It had to be for a long time ashe was taken back to the beauty parlor where his longer hair had theroots touched up and put into long tubular curls. For that outing hisDaddy had dressed him in sparkling white pantaloons that reached the topof his knees where they were tied off with bright blue satin ribbons.Ruffled blue lace ran up each leg of the soft nylon garment. Threewhite. It was easy to calm her down just by patting her ass cheeks gently and nuzzling her delicate ear lobes with my saliva drenched tongue. After that, she was like a bucking bronco turned into an obedient filly waiting to be filled with my special brand of “Tony-juice”. I left a white puddle of my premium best in her feminine folds like a signature cream pie needing wiping with an imaginative tongue.The Feds had done a good job of hiding all my weak points and my cover story was plausible even. " Thanks!" Hannah replies. "And no, I think I'm good." Right, I'll leave you in peace to get changed," I say. "See you onset!" See you there, 'mum'!" Hannah jokes as I leave the dressing room. Intruth, I don't mind being seen as 'team mum', even though I'mconsiderably younger than all six girls. It's better than thealternative of 'team little sister'... and the other alternative, 'teamlittle brother' doesn't even bear thinking about.And yet, as Hannah and I leave the studio after a successful.