"Do you like your diaper?" Abby asked."OK, hard to deny that I don't so yes, I like my diaper," Mark said."And do you like when I change your diaper?"...Abby asked."Yes, very much," Mark said."And you found nothing too unpleasant about the diaper or being put intoit, right?" Abby asked."Not really, no," Mark answered."Do you like that little top you're wearing?" Abby asked."Yes," Mark said."And those matching panties? Do those feel nice?" Abby asked."Yes," Mark said."Then what if I told you it. During the two years she had been living in Danube City.Tiffany then invited Cecilia over to see her own room. Tiffany had a computer and several shelves of books. There were study materials on her desk and pictures of herself and Vladik Dukov on her dresser. There were also a bunch of pictures of her family members in the U.S. and of several young women, who she explained were co-workers at the strip club where she had been working before coming to Upper Danubia.What struck Cecilia about her. But I also felt somethingdifferent; deep inside there was little girl, girl who liked fairy-tales and when someone called her princess. This little girl wasbetrayed and felt so much pain that she changed. Very early in lifeshe learned that she needed to be strong. And strong meant being ableto hurt others. Hurt or be hurt. If you couldn't be the strongestperson around, belong to the strongest person around.Her smile disappeared and she started to sound almost like a littlegirl. A 4 year old. Her skin was also beginning to sport a nice tan. Both girls were wearing small bikini tops, small nylon shorts and had been inline skating down the path. Their skin shown with a bit of sweat. Ken pushed a bit.Brit was horny - but then, she was almost always horny. She loved the out doors, loved the sun and loved the fact that the warm day was allowing her to skate. And show off her new bikini top. She was wondering, in fact, if Ken had noticed her. She knew her tits were nice because guys were.