He didn’t offer any explanation for why he’d waited that long to call. But, a little voice inside my head answered. He’s been busy with his othe... playthings. I found I could ignore the voice long enough to agree to meet with Max for dinner at his place. He texted me his address along with directions on how to get there. I chose to dress casually for our date- a simple pair of jeans with a short frilly white top that that showed just a hint of cleavage- and tied my hair up in a simple ponytail. . This time, I knew how to assist him, and, once he had removed the side tabs, I was able to lift my ass off the table, for him to examine it, and change the diaper, but that is not what he did at all&hellip,. He took what looked like the worlds largest IV bag out of a stainless steel warmer where it was placed with several others, on the side-table, and, telling me to roll over and get up on my knees, he hung the bag from a hook on the ceiling I had not noticed before. I felt a little push at my. Strange, the things you remember.Sabrina’s sitting next to me and I’m driving. She’s rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She’s in the passenger seat and masturbates. Okay, I need to phrase this differently, else nobody will understand how crass it was: Sabrina is sitting there, her short skirt pulled up and is shoving the bottle up her cunt. Gotta say it like that.I’m speechless and need to. ’ ‘Maybe I will start begging again after all,’ she declared, ‘I’m going beg for money and when I get enough, I’m going to hire somebody to beat your ass.’ ‘Not when you see what I’m going to give your for your birthday,’ grinned Jomo again. ‘Singing Badger!!’ Meecha cried happily, as she ran and jumped into his arms, not paying any attention to the white man who accompanied him until she had gotten her hugs and he had carried her to the big bench under the wagon awning. ‘Meecha, this is.