"Crawl out to the staircase, andyou can bump your way downstairs on your messy bot-bot like a proper babyshould."I stared up at her with a hopeful exp...ession and spat out my dummy."Aren't you going to change me first?" She laughed uproariously in reply."No way, baby! You're Alison's responsibility this morning. She'll haveto deal with your poopy nappies after she feeds you your breakfast."Brenda picked up my dummy from where it dangled from the length of pinkplastic chain and popped it back in. "Um…oh yes of course, come in," he said, directing her up the stairs, a little surprised at this older woman coming to do it, rather than some young wannabe, though she was still smoking hot. He hadn't recognised her, though she did seem very familiar to him, something that was kind of sidelined as he followed her up the stares, taking in her arse through her tight jeans. They got into his flat, closing the door and leading her through to his front room and offering her a seat with a wave of. You'd be hurt. No." Nonsense. I can take it. I want you to have this for your Christmas present. We've been planning this night for months." It was Christmas night.But, Tommy was intractable.So, he went into their bathroom, cleaned it off, came back and did it to her from behind. I took my seat there at the right foot of their bed in a sitting chair we'd arranged in the intervening months. We bought a floor lamp at an area garage sale and I was all set. I could watch, or, just relax as we. “Actually, what I find amazing is that through all of this, your cock is still so hard that it can’t go in the cage. You have never managed to maintain an erection this long the entire time we’ve been together. If I didn’t know better I would think maybe you needed this kind of humiliation our entire marriage.” She tweaked my little erection as she passed by, scornfully pushing it down and then allowing it to once again spring upright. “You should have said something a lot sooner, sweetie. I.