“They’re just too high for me to reach,” I sighed, raising one leg to the next step, knowing my thigh would be exposed maybe up to my black high...cut and brand new panties. “And I don’t like going up on step-adders, not on the stairs.”“Hmmm! Yeeees ... No worries, got the bulbs?” asked Nick, having glanced where I wanted his eyes and gulping.“Dammit, should have brought them out – on the kitchen table, be a darling...” I replied directing Nick with a glance. He went to the kitchen and I drafted. I could not stop thinking about what happen the other night after that man…that monster did what he did to me. I was in a daze just going through the motions as if nothing had happened and hiding every bit of fear, sickness, and guilt from my husband. The third night as I was in the shower, letting the hot water ran over my body, I looked down across my large nipples. The tips of them just sticking up when I felt my hands run along my thighs and down my ass. Flashes of his warning came rushing. . no, you can NOT! You got such a cute littlediaper on, use that!He slid the panties up over the diaper.Me: now that you got those pretty lil panties on, put these heels on,and check the mail... you got 3 minutes to be down there and back!(We lived in the middle of no where with a long drive way. I'm not thatmean to send him in public... well not yet. Lol!)Andrew: what? I need something to wear over this?! I can't just wear theunderwear?Me: you can, and you will wear just the panties!Andrew : . A loud sucking of air rushed between my shaft and her ruby red lips as suction almost broke. She began draw the entire length of my rod in and out slowly. Not that I have the biggest tonsil tickler in the world but I’m no slouch in size either (check out my pics and tell me if I’m full of it or not). Anyway, she most certainly had some skills to take all of me. No gagging. Total control. I gave her another warning after a few minutes. Telling her that it was up to her as to where I was going to.