Jack gave her another quizzical look. “Not like I’m going to take your diaper completely off. Here, you use one hand and lift up part of your skirt; I’ll take care of your diaper and you can hold your skirt out of the way. It’ll be quick and easy,” he said.
Chastity bit her lip. “Well, I guess that’s as good a plan as any,” she said and adjusted her hands so one was holding her distressed diaper and the other lifted up her skirt.
Jack kneeled down to assess the situation, putting his fingers in key places to hold her diaper closed. “I’ve got it; lift your skirt up a little more, please.” Chastity did so, blushing more. Jack opened the tape completely and the noise was amplified what seemed like a thousand times in Chastity’s ears.
She gasped involuntarily. “I thought you said you weren’t going to take my diaper off!” she hissed.
Jack spared a moment to give her a patronizing look. He shook his head and pulled the tape flap open a bit, tucked the front flap against her waist properly and then re-taped her diaper closed and stood up. “Piece of cake,” he said.
“Thank you,” she murmured, very meek.

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