You have no more worries. You can pee in your diapers and know that Sandy will change them. You know that having a penis in your mouth is good."Four -...the last step. Your bladder is draining any remaining pee into your diaper. You can't stop it. You are totally dependant on diapers and Sandy..."I never heard five.I awoke on the couch and a wave of panic swept over me. Sandy wasn't there. My mouth was empty. I had to get something to fill my mouth. While I started to cry, I also felt warm pee. I went to the front door and waited. He had just called and would bepulling up the driveway in seconds. I took a look at myself in the hugeportrait mirror. I was in one of my greeting costumes. I was lacedinto a black latex corset that pushed my breasts high on my chest butleft most of them bare. There were black over-the-knee leggings, alsolatex, and too-tall pumps. A silly little apron. A flouncy, lacy cap. I was the perfect kink stereotype - the latex French maid. Raoul swept in, his. She was definitely in the MILF category with her big boobs, perfect ass, and long legs. Over the years, I had often tried to catch her naked with no real success.Even though clothed, I needed to take some pics of Mum’s posterior view. I was able to get off two quick shots plus one incredible photo of Mum’s ass. The gown was so tight across her bum, the camera even caught the outline of the panties she was wearing.Mum: Alerted by the brightness of the flash, I turned around slowly knowing it. . The front door is opened by the hosts themselves , she is 50ish , wearing stocking , suspenders , peek a boo bra and a mischievous smile , her husband , is around same age , but more formally dressed in trousers and shirt , his eyes sparkle as he welcomes me in . I am introduced to the gathered crowd , everyone is just mingling , sipping their drinks , having polite conversation ,the thing that strikes me is that everyone looks normal , ie no one looks like a raving sex maniac , yes some.