So we used the opportunity to play. At one point she was on her knees, down by my hip, playing with my hard prick. She stared at it as she slid her ha...d up and down and then her hand stopped in the down position. She just held that position and I lifted my head to look at her. She looked up at me and had what I could only call a wary look in her eye.“Monique talked to me the other day,” she said.“Okay.” I said.“She wanted to know why it was taking so long for us to ... you know.”“Don’t worry. I almost fell from being so out of it and being confined in the cage, AND I was still wearing heels. I looked down to see that I had wet my diaper, and I still had to pee."You are pathetic! You wet yourself! Now, go to the restroom to the right, take off you dirty diaper, and sit on the toilet like a good girl and potty. I will be in there in a minute."I took baby steps, trying not to fall all the way to the bathroom. Once inside, I pulled the frilly panties off and undid my diaper, and sat. When his fingers were buried all the way, he'd suckle at my clit, licking and sucking it. I knew my long awaited orgasm was close. He'd been eating me for almost a half hour, slowly building me to this point."Can you cum?" I asked. He moaned the affirmative. "Lay on your back," I told him. He did as I asked, and I slid off the recliner. I knelt over his face, and settled back until I felt his tongue fucking me. Oh God it felt good! I knelt there, finishing my glass of wine. Such decadence!. Any way you can be here?" Afraid not," I told him. "I have a court appearance this afternoon. Iplan to fly up tomorrow morning, see Pete and get settled." Great," Steve replied. "There's going to be a cocktail party at Lance'stomorrow night for early arrivals. We'll meet there."When I hung up, I realized I had forgotten to tell him about JoyceHamilton's death. It was probably just as well, I thought. If there wasa chance that she had faked her death, maybe Steve or one of the otherguys would.