Just then the door opened and Carrie walked in absently, laughing to someone behind her and she made her way into the bathroom. “Oh!” she said whe... she noticed me, and I smiled at her. She smiled back, and I know she was looking at my barechest and muscles.“Hey Carrie” I said, walking towards her with a big grin on my face. Her expression changed from smiling to confused when I put my hands on her hips and moved in for a kiss. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re drunk!” she cried out as she. .your sound. A hundred different ways I would picture how it wouldhappen, But not enough to satisfy me. I would still be longing to haveyour body. So clever knowing our next encounter would be even steamierand exciting.. But this night there was something different about yourteasing. A sixth sense maybe telling me that you had no intention ofstopping.Your hands now swaying in a different fashion, no signs of backing downfrom me or moving away, your finger teasing my pants button beforefinally. Do you want Mummy to take away your potty-training privilegesand treat you like a real baby? To keep you in nappies like a littlediaper-girl?" She smiled at the excitement she could read in his wateringblue eyes as he hesitantly nodded. But that wasn't good enough for Jane.She was aware of the webcams on top of the wardrobes and the oneconcealed in the bed-head, all recording their conversation, and shewanted his request clearly on the record. She released his chin andleaned back. "Tell Mummy,". She felt slightly ill at ease as would be expected of one so young in an environment with which she was unfamiliar. As she took her seat at the bar she hoisted her petite derriere onto the stool showing a long expanse of stockinged leg and a little flash of smooth slightly tanned thigh above her stockings. She demurely adjusted the hemline of her dress and wriggled until it covered her lacy stocking tops. Feeling self conscious as she did this, she glanced nervously around the bar to see if her.