"This diaper wasn't as thick as the cloth one and did not feel as comfortable. "Now we put on some plastic pants for more protection," she said as she...worked the noisy pants up my legs and then over my diaper.I reached to take the ball gag out of my mouth. "No, no, no," said Shelly. "Let's keep that in until we get baby's bottle ready."They changed me out of the plastic dress back into the pretty one and the fluffy petticoat. Shelly then led me out in the hallway and to another room. This one. I was sure the entertainment would be free and, remembering the days when my own son played Little League, I figured it would be a good way to pass two or three hours.I surveyed the fields and decided against the older boys — they tended to be altogether too serious, like the pros. I picked one of the fields with younger boys and pulled into the first open parking space.As I walked toward the field, I noticed the game had already started, though I would guess it was not very far along. All of. Neither of us likes pink. I like purple and Amy likes green. Our grandmother has this weird concept of how life should be for us. We don't want it and our mom sure doesn't want it for us."Amy continued, "But, our dad is overseas for at least another year, and some judge grandma Fiona knows gave an order in court that she has rights to extended visitation with us. Our mom couldn't fight it. Her lawyer is a friend but mom says that we don't have enough money to pay him the kind of billable hours. "I know Master, but Slave Wendy has to learn. I think she would be better if I showed her. Please Master." She said beseechingly.Frank sighed and shook his head wonderingly, Charly was the daughter he should have had and he missed her early years. "Very well Slave Charly. Now since Slave Wendy is recovering I think she's nearly ready to help you."Charly hadn't noticed that Wendy was stirring, and looked at her friend with concern."Slave Wendy, stand up." Frank ordered handing Wendy a.