"Now that I have your attention. If you do as I say, you will only be ababy while we play dress up. You will be the baby and wear a diaper. It'sonly f...r a couple of minutes now - unless you'd rather be sleeping allnight in a diaper, hmm? Do you want me to yell and get mommy to put usboth in diapers, Princess Barry?"Miley is smiling at me; she's won again. I sigh and drop my head."Okay what do I have to do?"Miley takes my hand and walks me over to the tiny bed. "Lay back on thebed, panty boy.. Nope.Peter told me later that he had almost jabbed his thumb in his eye he was so nervous to ask me. I was flabbergasted by the situation. At that point, I had probably had two other people acknowledge I was pretty to my face.The first was a somewhat similar situation with a girl at summer camp. I caught her staring vacantly towards me in open showers. When I asked if she was alright, she told me that I looked really pretty when I reached up to touch the water flowing through my hair. We. She wore a black halter top and a pair of black pants. They fit so snug that they actually seem more like spandex though it’s obvious that they’re of denim. “Can I see your hands?” he asks marveling at her beauty. “Sure, whatever,” she answers finding his curiosity to be rather amusing. Grabbing it he seems like a kid with a new toy. He wishes every woman was so nonchalant. She hardly talked and his curiosity seems to be far greater than his nervousness at this time. Under an almost ensemble. “Harder. Much harder.” I pound her relentlessly with sick, sadistic zeal until her insides spasm and close all around me. “ Oh god,” she cries, loud enough for anyone passing by in the hall to hear. She drags her nails across my back and bucks her hips in time with her orgasm. “Fuck yeah.” I don't let up, even as she comes. I bite her neck and continue to work her pussy. I stare at our reflection, at her shaking body as I rock in and out of her. I lift her up off the counter so I can watch as.