"Well then, do as I have told you and get your pyjama pants off and lie on the floor."I did as I was told, and lay down with my bottom bare and my coc... erect. Mum got a large fluffy cloth nappy out of the drawer, slid it underneath my bottom and then pinned it on me with two large safety pins. Next came a pair of transparent pink plastic panties that I suppose were necessary if Her bed was to remain dry. How did I feel? Ridiculous on the one hand and warm and snug on the other. I suppose as. It was an uphill struggle. We had met at University on a weekend trip to Glastonbury during our final year. It had been lust at first sight, he had easily seduced and bedded me under the stars the night we met and after freeing myself of my current boyfriend, we had been together ever since. As this story begins, we were still childless despite years of marriage. For many years we had told ourselves that our failure to conceive was because of our busy lifestyles and the fact that we hadn’t. The sharp intake of your breath and little jump you made betrayed how much you liked it. Next, I delicately daubed your wrinkled sack. Then I turned you, passing the towel quickly over your back and your oh-so-delightful bottom. How firm it was! I made you spread your knees a little so that I could dry your crack and around your bottom hole. You liked that, didn't you? As I took care of your legs, your penis bobbed obscenely in front of me, inches from my lips. I swallowed, my heart beating. I. I waited, my cock fully erect anticipating my handjob. I heard several people coming into the room behind me. They were all women talking loudly about how pathetic men were and how they liked milking cocks without mercy making them cum without giving the men any pleasure. Ideally they would suffer. I could not see any of the women since I was shackled to the bench. "Okay, let's start with this one," I heard a voice behind me. A hand roughly grabbed my cock while a second hand grabbed both of my.