She stood there. She wanted to run away, but knew it was no use. Run, and she risked letting something far worse happen to her. Melissa shuddered slig...tly as he ran his hands over the side of her legs and groped around behind her ass, and pulled her closer to him. She wanted to punch him, to kick him, to harm him in any way possible, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. A part of her mind just wouldn’t allow it. “Uuuuunnnnnn,” she whimpered as he brought a hand around to the front of her. Darn, I should have gone to the bathroom before locking myself in thisromper.Sunday night:I should be doing homework but I can't think straight at all after thisweekend, so much happened. Locked and diapered in my romper I had no choice but to go to Linda's forthe weekend. She had said not to pack anything, but I still thought totake an overnight bag with some clothes in case I changed my mind aftergetting there - little did I know at that point she wouldn't give me achance to control anything. I wished it would not have ended. Jake and I had attended a school function dinner. We had many aphrodisiacs to set the mood for the night: Orange Glazed Salmon and shrimp cocktail was one of the many appetizers offered to us. “You look exceptionally well with your red laced corset and pencil skirt, Lyric,” stated Jake. I acknowledged him with a silent nod. Thereafter, I had returned to the networking of fellow colleagues attending the school function. Jake was in the room sharing glances. At night he made himself as comfortable as possible in the cubby hole he fixed up at the back of the shop.It was during his second week that Mark decided he needed a good cleaning. He retrieved some buckets around the shop and filled them from a well. Setting them on the embers of William's fire he heated them as well as he could, both for comfort and to lessen his chance to catch anything. Carrying the buckets to the open back section of the shop near his sleeping spot he stripped down and.