Black pleated skirt over the finest denier seamed stockings, skirt so short the stocking tops and white thigh were on view for all to see. The shoes b...lack patent platforms with a 5” heel, two things I knew were true having tried the outfit at home, if I walked in those shoes my bottom swayed everywhere and any bending in that skirt would show the tiny white cotton thong I was now wearing. Sounds as if I wear this type of outfit every day, mini skirt never, quarter cup bra never, platform shoes. Now it was my turn to please him.. I bent down and start to remove his jeans. He was already hard. I removed his underwear and hold his erection. And looked in his eyes his eyes were screaming with need. But I wanted to tease him first so I just hold his erection and pressed it gently. But didn’t start sucking. I kissed him on his thighs then between his legs with one hand on his length gently pressing it in between. He became very hard. I could feel it. He was just unable to take it anymore.. It had probably been Grandma's idea. I remembered her remarking crossly, after my little brother had wet himself accidentally, that the best cure for wetting was a set of diapers worn all day.Mother had disagreed then but she maybe she had changed her mind. She had been pretty mad about catching me.I sat down on a chair and stared at the partly open drawer of diapers. Suddenly I remembered the straps on the crib and looked at it again. Yes, it was just big enough for me, especially if I curled. “Oh yes” said Anna “I loved it”. The two guys looked at each other. After Anna left they talked. “That bitch will do anything” said the dealer. “Yes you are right” said the supplier “she is a bitch, or should I say, she will be soon”. The dealer didn’t understand what he meant but he had learned not to question. He had seen what happens to anyone who crosses the supplier. You disappear without a trace. Instead he just nodded and said “whatever you reckon. Just tell me what to do”.Anna turned up.