‘But I’ll probably get carded.’ ‘No…not here you won’t…..you’re safe with me.’ When we realized how silly that sounded considering,...we laughed out loud. ‘Can you trust me in an elevator? I asked her jokingly as I led her toward them. ‘No…..but then I was hoping you weren’t trustworthy’ ‘Oh really?…..well, your right!…You can’t trust me in an elevator. But come with me anyway…..I have a surprise.’ We got in the elevator and happily we were alone. I leaned back on the wall and looked at her.. In addition to the usual rigamarole about not having cel phones out in the call center, attendance and whatnot, I started noticing some disturbing items, such as `dress uniform' "What's all this?" A new company has offered us a fair sum of money to transfer all of you to anew department We believe you have the skills, the telephone presence, and the look the new company is looking for." Look?" I stammered."Professional but ordinary. Respectable. We showed the company your pictures and they like. ?I see some small shorts that look almost plastic in momma?s hand. ?What arethose momma, plastic shorts? I am not wearing them; does she have any otherones in the bag???Sorry sweetie just your new shoes in the bag and you need to put theseplastic panties that go over your diaper. I mean these plastic shorts overyour diaper in case you have an accident no one will know. Plus you won't beable to see your pink diaper anymore.?Thinking to myself yea no one will know there plastic shorts and. I pulled the shorts around my aroused penis, aroused for my mom’s mouth. I could not wait to expose myself in front of my mom’s hands and her wet, hot, licking deep mouth. As I laid back, I could feel how stiff my cock had gotten, it was quivering straight up, my balls tight to the shaft. As I opened my legs, mommy moved forward and with hands and open mouth, painted my testicles, sweeping back and forth with open wet mouth and tongue. Stopping to form a soft open wet kiss on my balls. My cock.