I'm rewarded with the look on his face as he ogles me. His longing is plain to see. He's drooling like a hungry dog being tantalised with a juicy bone... dangled just out of reach by its cruel owner.I lean over his desk to talk to him and he gets a great view of my breasts inside my extremely scantly and revealing dress. I smile sadistically at his obvious arousal. He's gone red in the face and he's breathing rather heavily. I shake my tits around a little, giggling now, and I tell him to go home. As Chad drank his bottle, he noticed that Cindy seemed to be going outof her way to act like she knew what she was doing. In one way, sheseemed to be all business as she pulled his plastic panties off of himand untaped his diapers, but the look on her face reminded him of achild playing a game - which he supposed was probably exactly what wasgoing on.Carefully, Cindy untaped each layer of diapers and pulled them back,being extra careful as she pulled away the last layer. Chad figuredthat. I even fucked her throat some towards the end.After having a bit of fun with her I tied her off and ran back up stairs locked the door and ran to the store for a bit. After coming back I ran downstairs with my newly acquired gifts. One of which was a dog collar. Thick leather about 9 ounce and about an 1nch and a quarter width. Also grabbed some plumbers tape which I did not have.I took it over to the table and grabbed my drill and fount a bit that was the right size for the bolt, two nice. This isn’t what I expected, but at least unlike the atheists I believed there was some form of life after death. I thought the light closer and closer, or was it bigger and bigger? Either way I could ‘feel’ it getting closer. Was that a sound? Music? No…not music, a sound. Constant, repetitive, soft, but getting slightly louder. Can you really hear when you’re dead? Yeah it was a sound. Quiet, soothing, repetitive, almost familiar. A beep, that’s what it was. A beeping. Soft, repetitive,.