I glanced at him for a moment noticing his tight fitting jeans and his firm ass. Ironically, he glanced over his shoulder and caught me looking at him...so I quickly looked down at the book in my hand titled The Night of Corporate Encounters. I couldn’t resist thinking about how hot he looked, and I didn’t usually approach men that I didn’t know. So, I turned the book over and read the plot on the back cover. The main character was a middle aged woman working as a cooperate executive in a very. I masturbated to my mental image of him between my legs. The handle of my hairbrush frequently stood in for his imagined cock. It was his name which I whispered as I urged myself toward orgasm. And it was he who was now plying me with wine. I had chosen my clothing for this special dinner with care. Under my chiffon blouse, I wore a silk chemise, sans bra. I wore a short silk skirt without any underwear. And I was barefoot. I was conscious of my erect nipples throughout dinner and, as we sat. Black stockings pink panties and white mini skirt I had fake boobs that I always put on in a tight top. I went down to my local adult bookstore. Which is always hopping on Friday night. Walked around the mini theater with the peep booths. I stepped into one close the door drop in a couple of coins and shut down. Of course there was a g********* on each side. I've been in there for a little while until finally the door to my left opened up and I saw a large black gentleman sit down. Of course I. Then Irealized that the most poetic form of punishment was right out of yourown mouth," Rise said."Me? What did I say that deserves this?" Rick asked."When you told your friends that your sister wears diapers," Rose said."I was teasing her! OK, fine, so it wasn't very nice and I should bepunished, but this? Not this? This is way over the edge," Rick said."Over the edge? I don't think so! A few days in diapers and some timespent on learning why women have periods is exactly what is needed.