The panicattack was developing slowly but relentlessly. He hated the fact that hehad to soil himself everyday. It was a disgusting thing for an adult ...tohave to do. The smell, the mess - and worst of all, the humiliatingclean-up afterwards when his nappy was changed, was a horrid experience.Every time he had to lie back on the changing table with his handsclutching the backs of his knees tightly to his chest, his filthy bottomand bits and pieces as they were often called, and his stinky. Both girls began to plea stating that they assumed it was free and they didn’t have that kind of money and there was no way they could pay that. Rob then said he was sure they could all come to an agreement of some sort. Now we are all adults here said Rob and we know money isn’t everything. The girls stunned asked what he meant by that. Well said Rob it has been sometime since I have had the company of such beautiful ladies as he said that an evil look on his face appeared and was companied by. It took two days for the reply. He gave a gasp as she appeared, totally minus cloths. Her tits were as he had already noticed not great, nowhere near his desire, but the triangle at her groin was a real forest, now this was very much to his liking. Then he read the message. "Now it is your turn". Sometime before he had been with a woman who didn't mind their association being filmed, especially if it was of a sexual nature and in one of the sections he was fully naked with a raring to go. The only relief today was when a Mustang came in carrying four girls—all in bikinis. Just as I hit the windows with the spray the driver pulled off her top! Unfortunately, by the time the water sheeted off the window the chain had already started the car through the Tunnel of Suds.I looked at my watch—forty-five minutes to go, and then I'd be free! I looked down the lane—not a car in sight. Those forty-five minutes were going to seem longer than the last two minutes of a pro football.