She wore a short skirt and was one of those girls that you cannot help staring at. We talked for a while over a few cold beers and I felt her hand go ...o my leg under the table. No one could see it. Within a half an hour, she invited me to walk into the house, not hers, and get something. Once inside, she turned to me and just leaned foreword and kissed me. She looked me in the eyes and invited me to come to her house that night at exactly midnight. I was shocked and incredibly excited.That. I help both my brother and Sarah for help in those difficult to reach parts of the body.When it was the other's turn, the rubbing of the lotion seemed more gentle than normal, more a bodily, sexual, massage than intense application of a cream.Both enjoyed each 'laying on of hands', but eventually they settled down to enjoy the sun.For two or three hours the siblings and Sarah chatted about life; they dozed for a while, they swam and they had a feeling of togetherness they had never felt before.. ’ The sound of the phone being lifted and racked was audible through the door. ‘Still is!’ She came back into the room carrying one beer and one carrot. ‘She’ll be worried about you.’ ‘I’m not married — been divorced a long time.’ ‘Well someone must be worried about you,’ she said, looking him up and down, as if it were impossible not to be part of some larger collective. The realization he was completely alone filled him with an old sadness. ‘At the moment, the only person that seems. She next puts blue plastic pants over the diaper, except this time the pants are snapped on not pull-ups. The pants are translucent so I can still see the patterns on the diaper.Next she has me sit up so she can remove my top."We need to get all girly today for grandpa," she said."Where am I?"For an answer she slapped my leg hard. "You are his now. Do you want to be spanked then keep on talking." I wanted none of this. I want to go home.Except I realized that I was indeed a slave for now. Even.