We had agreed that I was to come over to Germany to spend the summer in diapers - I liked that, but in my mind I had always seen myself as a little bo..., not a girl, when I had tried to depict what this summer would be like.I lifted the suitcase. It was rather heavy. I tried the locks. They were securely locked. I tried to bend the case open. It was high quality. It didn't even budge.I was exhausted from the flight. I watched telly for a while and then decided to get some sleep. Took the pill. She had forgotten that I was in the room but, once she realized what was going on, she gave me a smile. “I could go for more than a hand,” she said drunkenly. I knelt down to the edge of the bed and spit on her fingers as she fingered herself. I started to lick her pussy and eat her out as I started to undress myself. She was moaning, a sexy animalistic drunk girl moan which got my cock harder then it had ever been. I stood up to fuck her pulling off her heels in the process. “Do you have a. However, my release was not what Mistress Mommy had in mind – at least not yet. I was made to stand in the middle of the room for everyone to see as Mommy's friend Mary tied my hands together and attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. She then attached my ankles to a spreader bar which had little hooks in the bottom which she attached to eyelets in the floor. Now my hands were tethered to the ceiling and my feet tethered to the floor. She iced down my cock until she could fit a cock. His tiny little thirty-two-inch waist pants and shorts were no match for my hips, so I had to settle for some cutoff thin sweatpants shorts. His broad chest made his shirts drape loosely over my torso. Overall I looked like a fashion nightmare, but he admired me nonetheless.I “helped” him work, which meant that I mostly got in the way and asked questions. To say that he was working hard is a poor description. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked, shirtless, mixing his concrete by hand.