Friday night, Wendy and I had burgers at Red Robin and then went back to my place for a glass of wine. I still wasn’t sure if my Roscoe story would ...muse her, but I told her anyway. ‘Okay so where did Roscoe end up,’ she asked me. ‘Under the dining room table washing himself, calm as could be.’ ‘And you were where again?’ ‘Still in the kitchen with my arms around Jodie.’ I couldn’t believe I phrased it that way, but it was too late. ‘What do you mean your arms around Jodie?’ ‘We were both. If you need me I'll be inthe bedroom. And with that she left. She had forgotten to take thevibrator off my cock, and because my diaper was locked I couldn't get toit. If I begged to have it removed, she would probably just tease memore, so I decided to bear it. And so I cleaned, my semi-hard cockconstantly straining against my pink prison, and my ass constantly beingreminded of who it belongs to with the butt plug filling me. All was well until I realized I was tasked with cleaning the. She stopped at intervals, fondled my breasts, my clitty, my sizzlingassflesh, whispering a stream of obscenities in my ear."Does it feel good, Slut? Are you getting turned on? Too bad you can'tsee all the men watching you, lusting for you. Every, single one has ahard-on! Do you like that, cunt? Does it excite you to know that allthose men want your hot ass, want to fuck the cunt with the big boobs,want to thrust their meat into your ass and pump and pump and pumpuntil they flood your tush with. “So he fits! I think the altitude is okay too, what do you think? " Looks really good!"In my mind I was already imagining the next shoe job with it. I got tough at what she noticed."That's right," she looked at my pants and winked. Then she put on the other shoe and made a few attempts to walk, which in spite of her fears did not look bad at all, on the contrary, without buckling she walked up and down the aisle a bit.“I think we'll take them! Feel good even without an encore, but I definitely.