"Mommy," I said crying. "I wet my Diaper." Well that's good that you finally learned what it's for. But theprogram was over by then, so you'll have to...wear that pissy diaper forone hour." She took hold of my hand and I followed, my tears streamingdown my face as my wet diaper squished between my legs.I sat on the floor of the laundry room while she put my sheets in thedryer then folded the clothes that were in still warm. I noticed thatthey all seemed to be cloth diapers.First she folded them. The ensuing hammering burned at my abs as I lost a little more control to my raven-haired beauty.She arched her hips up to give me a better angle. Holding myself up, with my hands on the bed just next to her compressed breasts, I used longer strokes with more force. She started writhing and chanting "Oh God! Oh Ral! Oh God! Oh Ral!" I felt a growl crawl out of me and picked up speed. She arched her back, lifting her delicious ass up into my thrusts and her head up next to mine. The scent of her. Hans had his back to her as he placed dishes on the small table, but he had changed into a beautifully tailored natural linen suit. He heard her enter, and turned, looking her up and down. ‘Did I tell you to put on a bathrobe, Girl?’ he asked sternly. ‘No, Master.’ ‘Well take it off then! In here, you will be naked, unless I say otherwise.’ She quickly removed the offending item, and dropped it across a chair. ‘Stand straight, Girl. Position Three! Let me look at you.’ He walked around her.. ‘Thank you, I’d love to.’ See? Guilty! Colette’s face said it all: Yes I know you’d love to and I know what you’d love to! At that moment Kieran Walsh passed my open door, stopped, scowled and passed on. I knew he thought I was guilty, especially with Colette’s thigh intimidating me at close quarters on my desk. Her voice said, ‘It’ll be at my place a week on Thursday – Des makes his farewell appearance this week. We usually go straight from work and have dinner together. Would that suit you?’.