"Oh, okay feel free, I'd love to feel your hands on my panties."And the love of my life spread her legs and thrust her pelvis at them. A small stamped...e ensued, but she soon had them settled down and they each were able to get their hands on a piece of her pussy, ass or legs."Ahhh yes, your hands feel so goood, ohhhh, god, someone put a finger in my pussy, no put two or three in," and she pulled the crotch of her panties out of the way giving free access to it.One man found it too crowded around. "Did you sleep in the diaper too?"Ms. Annerson suddenly stopped typing and coughed a bit. She recovered amoment later and went back to Solitaire or Facebook or whatever she doesall day behind that computer."I didn't want to," I whisper. Maybe she'll get the hint and calm down.Instead she just got louder. Dammit can little girls screech. She wasreally excited."Mommy was asking about the nightie and the panties and I told her thatyou wore them... and a diaper," she raves oblivious to how I feel.. I also had made sure the limousine was waiting for them to do their bidding. I’d told them to stay at the condo anytime they wanted, but I learned that evening when I called them that they each went to their own apartments. A little part of my brain verified yet again that these girls were not gold diggers.I met with Clive Rowland, the head of Royal Chemicals, and some of his minions for five hours Monday late-afternoon into the evening, and we picked up again on Tuesday morning for another six. Fate refused to allow her to keep what little of her husband she had left, when the drugs finally wore off after giving birth the doctors were forced to tell her that she had miscarried. Now she was completely alone. That was three months ago. Now she worked for a man she knew only as Diego. He had been a friend of a friend of a friend, but so far down the chain she wasn’t even sure how she had even managed to met him. That didn’t really matter to her though. She had been desperate for money.