And I've only had to make that one claim when those stupid maggots wouldn't stop at the gate with the flashing lights. That accident was all their fau...t and they know it.I'm doing it again.Aren't I?I'm never going to get any better if I don't continue taking my medication. I want to get better. I really do. But I don't like the funny way those pills wiggle down my throat and crawl around inside my tummy.I don't really think the maggots want me to get better. They're mean and nasty. They're back. It did not dawn on Yvonne what Sheila and Jim were about to do but as Jim followed his wife up the stairs, his cock hardened. He did not expect to get to fuck Sheila with a guest in the house but it certainly looked like he was going to cane her.Indeed he was going to cane her as Sheila got the implement from their wardrobe and handed it to Jim."Shall I close the door?" asked Jim."No, leave it open," said Sheila as she put the top half of her body on the bed and thrust her large trouser covered. "Let's join the others." she said. "I can't! Not like this."She smiled. "Then put my panties on." I can't."She handed me her panties, and whispered, "Put them on." They were lilac, lace and satin, with lace scallops around each leg, and a satin diamond on the front that seemed to point down to her pussy. I held them to my face, as she had. I inhaled her scent . . . her arousal. "Yes, smell my cunt . . . put them on, feel my wetness against your skin . . . feel how sexy they feel . . ."I. The only thing about babies that I discovered I didn’t like was diaper changing, but when it had to be done, I did it, regardless of the foul smells. Mistress jokingly gave me a clothes peg to put on my nose when it was my turn to change Emma’s diaper. I even tried using it, but it hurt my nose.I spent many long, sleepless nights, nursing Emma when she was teething, and for the first year after Emma’s birth my sex-life with my Mistress virtually ceased to exist. Yet, neither of us resented.