A few hours later my phone beeps, and I see that you texted me. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my body warming at the mere thought of you. “Yo... smelled delicious today. You dirty girl.”I feel, and hear, myself moan out as I read your response. It’s what I’ve been waiting for since I met you. For the next few weeks, we continue to share texts, stories at home, and emails at work, escalating our sexual tension. Work became torturous, as you would steal touches here and there… I’d be sitting. Fuck, this little ass is going to be so good, he says as he slides his finger in and out of me. Lets loosen you up just a bit though. Again I can hear him digging through his bag. He pours cold liquid over my asshole and then rubs it in and around the tight ring. Holding it in front of my face he silently shows me the anal plug. It is thick and red, and it makes me shake with fear. I am shaking my head back and forth no, but he pays me no attention. Slowly he starts to shove the plug into me. I. By Martin's forth diaper it no longer mattered and he'd missed both of his classes that day.He was pinned into his fifth diaper to wear under his sweat pants after stopping at his dorm room. That last he wore for the ISG meeting to be introduced to the others. Oddly enough he was feeling about as wonderful as he'd hoped that first day he'd seen Sandy. What was disquieting, and most of why he didn't pay much attention to what some in the group said, was thinking about that day. Sandy had opened. The passion that was flowing between us was better than the orgasm we had just shared. We were connected on a level that I had only done so with only one other person, and that is my wife. I hugged my daughter tightly against me, loving her the way she was loving me. It was the closest moment we had shared in our lives up to that point and one that is engrained in my memory. When we finally parted Saki was just beginning to stir. Come on up here, I said as I offered her a hand up from the.