Sandra, Marie, and me

  Sandra and I spent last summer in England. We flew Regime Airlines.

  She and Marie did my Morning Toilette & Toilette before we left.

  I was in Discipline Ointment Diapers when Laura woke me. The day before, Marie had given me two severe spankings, followed by an excruciating Twice-9 Caning.

  I blush to admit, deservedly.

  I dearly love my Mother-in-law, tho fully aware she's extremely strict.

  Munching Marie's prodigious, tightly-cleft bottom is heavenly.

  She's visiting us for an indefinite period.

  The doorbell rang. I tottered there. Naked in fluffy mules. Titties juddering, oiled Prick twitching.

  A tall statuesque Girl Guide selling Sissy Sundries. Wearing Daisy Dukes, black 5" strappies, black toenail polish on large luscious bare feet.



  Penis-shaped Pacifiers, Mouth Soap, Baby Bottles w/suckers, nubbed Dildoes. Teat Bells, anal perfume, pink lip gloss, testicle leashes. "Sissy Daddy Weekly" - a new publication.



She smirked, stroked my drooling erection. I farted flabbily.

Sandra slapped my fanny. Explosive fart.

"Could you Babysit him for a few hours, dear? Richard needs a good spanking, too."

She could. And did.

 


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