It never failed to amaze me that the more he licked, the wetter it made my little pussy and of course this made him lick me more. It was a very sexy s...eries of events. He would go mad shoving his tongue in my hole to lap up my juices so of course I would pull my knees up to my chest, spreading my bald cunt wider for him to get his reward for being a good pussy licker. When I got the angle right his wet nose would bump off my swollen clit, I'd be laying there hugging my knees, dog tongue deep. It was essentially the sort of piece Matt had been trying to push on them for years, ever since hearing the Master Of Puppets album by Metallica. Granted, he had become the master of the palm-muted technique, developing an entirely new style that, if the song were ever recorded, would spawn an entirely new generation of imitators. The problem was that a modified palm-muted piece was still a palm-muted piece, which meant it was too up-tempo to mix well with a piano, which meant it would not fit. " That's 'yes, Sir,' Anne. Show a little respect."Her temper flared again but I held tight to her wrists. I'm sure she'd see bruises there later. I didn't divert my gaze, staring her down until she finally capitulated. "Yes, sir," she spit out."Good." I released her wrists, almost expecting her to take a swing at me. When she didn't, I took hold of the bottom of her blouse and raised it, lifting it up and over her head. Her flat stomach was wonderfully appealing, accented by the silver navel. Grandma just smiled and picked up the can of baby powder. She spread powder all over the area that would be covered by the diapers, both front and rear. Then she gently pushed my knees further apart and pulled the diapers up between my legs.I felt like the big cloth pads were swallowing me. Grandma pulled the diapers tight before she started pinning them and I had to hold my legs even wider apart. It was a very strange feeling -I suppose that I had some distant memory of having been changed.