She then told me to make fists with my hands. I did as tightly as Icould. She then put tight rubber ball like sheaths over them followed bywhite satin... mittens which tied around my wrists with satin ribbon. "Therebabies can't do things for themselves and neither can you now!" she saidsmiling. I suddenly realised I was becoming more and more helpless andreliant on her!Next she produced a large diaper and slid it under me and fastened it."Can't have baby making a mess can we?" she said."Stop this. Her left hand that was cupped around my balls and she started to fondle me as she started to move her head up and down. Starting slow, she got into a decent rhythm going faster and faster then deeper and deeper. I could feel the sensitivity growing as I went faster and deeper inside her. She then rammed me deep down her throat signaling me to thrust as deep as I could and let myself go.As she dragged her head away gagging for air, I could still see a string connecting our mixed fluids."Damn. Just when I was about to go to sleep, the conductor walked up to my seat. There was a lady with him, mid 30s, probably married, black saree with red patterns on them, fair complexioned, slightly plump and extremely pretty.The conductor told me that the ac vent was broken in her seat and that sleeping there was a real problem. He asked if I could switch seats with her. I figured why not, poor soul and I said ok but the lady started arguing with the conductor that it was the bus company’s fault. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes, I want a ring, yes I want to marry you, and yes I want your babies.”“How’s my daughter?” I asked.Patsy placed her hands over mine as they caressed her bulge. “Don’t you mean our son. Tadpole is doing well, and so is his mother.”I laughed, I’d never been happier in all my life. I spun her around and drew her into a kiss. She complained as the case I was still holding hit her.“What’s in that?”“I think it’s an original Walker Colt, your Dad wants me to restore it.”“Okay, but.