Rachel thought, if it weren’t for the trooper Swaggert I would think Tarnia cooked this up to make me her baby doll.
Rachel was a bit confused by her reactions.
As Margaret finished pulling up Rachels’s plastic panties and rhumba tights.
“Your diaper feels good doesn’t it baby?” Margaret cooed at her with a loving smile.
“yes, Aunty it does!”
“And you love wearing your diaper don’t you precious?”
“I am not a baby!”
“oh yes, you are!”
Margaret was so beautiful, she smelled soo good and the little sissy that Rachel was rapidly becoming was overwhelmed by Margaret’s willpower, her matriarchal superiority!
Margaret kissed Rachel’s cheek.
“Now,” Margaret said in a sultry voice,
“whose my good baby girl?”
“Whose baby girl are you?”