I was stuck watchingwhat ever was on, no matter what.It would be just like I read in the story, where the wife made herhusband set and watch the baby ...hows she had taped. He was also kept in aplaypen with a harness and chain, almost like the one that is holding me.So here I sat feeling just as helpless as the guy in the story, andpretending that I was forced to dress as a baby girl, that was nowsecured in a playpen just like the husband in the story. I was pretendingto be that husband I had. Carol told him, "I need to play with my nipples."He said, "Oh baby, let me kneel on the floor and softly suck them."It was like a switch had been thrown. He'd would type that he was sucking her tits, and she'd softly squeeze the end of her nipple. I could hear a muffled moan escape her soft lips as she did so. I slipped my cock out of the confines of my pants and slowly stroked its hard surface while I watched my wife getting hotter and hotter.He asked, "Are you wearing panties?" No," Carol. .Emily was no better. She hadn't bothered to put on a proper tunic because 'It looked like such a nice sunny day' even though it had started drizzling. And she seemed to do her best to sway her hips and flash her eyes as she walked, which I didn't mind whatsoever. In fact I loved her damp too tight tunic and the sight of her nipples sticking out firmly. The problem was when she started walking into brambles and begging with tear filled eyes, breasts heaving, for me to make it better. That got. With Cindy out of the way, her outings would be cancelled a lot less often, and the car would be to herself. She hoped her parents would pay for all the gas now."Welp, once I'm dressed, I'm gonna use MY car," she said, still talking as if her dead sister could actually hear her, but obviously couldn't. "Because you can't make it in for work today, or any other day for that matter."She walked to the closet, and began picking out some of her sister's clothes. Vanessa put on a pink tank top that.