She worshipped the feeling of his dick inside her verbally. There was a knock at the room door. As I approached, I heard a male voice announce "Manage...'. I opened the door to find three men dressed in dark suits, and two had earpieces in. There had been numerous noise complaints made from others on the floor about a woman screaming and the Night Manager and two Loss Prevention guys came up to check things. They came into the room to ensure my wife was ok. With my wife under Jason and his dick. Their breathing became more ragged as he placed his hands on her hips and then cupped her buttocks. She felt his excitement hard and pulsating and she positioned herself so that her pelvic bone was centered at it. Ever so slightly she began to grind her pelvic bone into him until she began to thrust more forcefully as she began losing control. He nearly choked with the first firm thrust and then a moan escaped his lips. She abruptly pulled away, brushing her wild disheveled hair from her face. "Can you believe it's a boy in this dress?" He's so little and cute. How old are you?" Tell the nice girl your real age," the woman commands and my pacifieris pulled out of my mouth."Twenty-eight," I softly say.My hem is pulled up. "He has real diapers." Oh that is so cute and old fashion, wearing diapers and plastics pants,and look, his have little animals on them. " To add to my humiliation,the girl squeezes the front of my diaper through the noisy plasticpants. "They are so thick he. It was large for a footstool, perhaps, but incrediblytight and uncomfortable as a hiding place for my nude and feminine body.My face stuck up through a reinforced hole in of the cushioned seat andmy butt flattened against one side. Sugar thoughtfully removed somepanties from the hamper and stuffed them in my mouth ("Can't have youtalking in there and giving us away, can we Sweetie?") then teased mynipples through the fabric before covering my face with a scarf, plungingme into darkness.I heard.