“No matter, you’re hardly the first to see me bathing. Before Grandfather died we always took our baths in the sea at Brighton.”She looked back ...p, evidently I had piqued her curiousity.“You must have been quite popular with the girls in Brighton, sire.”“I should say so, at the risk of being immodest.”“You’re a sight better formed than the lads ‘round here, I’m sure of that.”“Do you want to know my secret?”“Oh, yes...”“Vigourous exercise, avoiding shoes and confining clothes, and gratifying my. That’s how she ended up where she was. Thank god. Had she spent anymore time alone she would be dead or worse. Yes there were things worse then death. Its just she never talked about them or thought of them till she ended up on the street at 15. She spent a year homeless. Hair matted, eyes both infected, poor education, it was nothing new. Prostitution however that seemed like a good idea at the time. It hadn’t worked. Nothing had. Her first night out she got picked up by an older gentleman. He. Almost by reflex she crouchedforward, poked out her hand, and prodded the front of my warm wet nappywith her fingertips. She gasped when she realised I was heavily diaperedunder my pretty pink gingham panties. I wondered if she could tell I waswet, too. My face burned with shame as she stood and moved behind me,continuing her search for a red push-up bra for Jill."Oh that's better," Annette cried in delight, before bursting through thepink louvre doors. The bouncing brunette had stripped off. ’ ‘Why, there is plenty to offer here. Is this your first time in London?’ he asks. ‘Indeed it is, and I am enjoying every second of it so far.’ ‘That’s great to hear Madame. I’m actually from Austria and I’ve been here for nine years, London is home for me now,’ he says. ‘Isn’t that where Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Mozart are from?’ I ask, proud that I know something about Austria. ‘Yes they are,’ he chuckles. ‘See how well traveled I am?’ I say teasingly. ‘Mmm Madame, I do,’ he replies..