A canvas bag, a tattered suitcase, and little else. Junkfood wrappers and empty cups of coffee littered the floor. He checkedthe canvas bag. He fou...d two empty water bottles, but no sign of thestrange black-and-gold cock ring.He had to find Susan, and was immediately faced with an difficultdecision. Had she gone forward, or turned back? She already had acouple of hours on him. As he sat there pondering, he felt his pussytwitch again. He instantly made up his mind and turned around,. I promise I will be quite wet down there and you should slide in with no difficulty whatsoever."The much aroused Miles had found this simple guidance to be a spur to his heated anticipation of the next bundling session.It had been months since Miles had taken up residence inside a pretty little pussy. In fact, the last time was with the widow Anderson. Her poor husband had fallen prey to a sea creature of some size and was dragged under the water in the fishing grounds never to be seen again.. Mary felt very pleased with herself. She hoped her master would be very pleased with her as well.Paul refilled some of the colours, and Mary remembered Wendy’s joke about him having enough ink to finish her tattoo. There seemed to be a range of different colours on the table. Paul saw her looking. “Because the skin of your inner lips is a different colour to the outside of your pussy, the colours will have to be mixed in the skin to get the exact shade for the body. This next bit is going to be. Wewere stupid. I spoke with Dave about it this morning. We'll be betterabout it from now on."We stare at each other for a moment."I needed your help," I mutter."I'm really sorry," she repeats."You wrote the note in my lunch?" I ask."Ya, I just wanted to tease you a bit more about the diaper. Make yousquirm," she admits."Thanks!" I say sarcastically. "Did you know I got my ass kicked becauseof that note?" I ask her."It's just a note," she says, "You're kidding." Well, I had the nightie on under.