Little bootees and the horrible satin mittensfinished my costume."There now baby, come along stand up, let's go down for your breakfast."I stood weakl..., feeling foolish, my legs trembling, barely able to keepme upright, she took my hand in hers to steady me and I reluctantlytottered along like a toddler beside her, the humiliation of feelinglike a weak child eating in to my very soul. Slowly we descended thestairs and went in to the kitchen, the dreaded pink highchair stood inthe centre of the. ” Mum looked dejected.“The charge nurse mentioned that to the doctor and he said you wouldn’t be paying any more. He would talk to Billing and make sure of it.”I was happy. “Good, Chump,” I thought. A faint voice came back with, “You shouldn’t refer to me as Chump.” I laughed my ass off. Well, to me it was laughter. To the women, it was just additional croaks. Yet, they smiled.Twenty minutes later, I was installed in the new suite. It had to be like a luxury hotel suite. The main room housed my. Meanwhile Mrs. Stone had undressed the young boy and pulled him onto the bed, there was no need to remove any clothes as the dress was so short and its material was a sheer, sensuous satin with no bra or panties to cause any obstruction beneath. A fact that she had been intent on sharing with everyone she encountered ever since she got ready this evening, including all the people on the train, which her husband had insisted they drive to even though they lived closer to Eastbourne than this. ”Asa then goes to the far end of the table. She spreads my legs apart, pours oil into her hands and massages my left side starting from my foot… worked up the calf and the thigh. She begins by massaging the outside of my thigh to the hip a few times and then the inside of my thigh. As she massages my inner thigh, she travels up a bit more each time. And for the last three rubs, she finishes up by scratching my groin, my balls and my asshole with her nails as she moves her hand up my ass.