It had been annoying. Now it was routine. Of course, there was nothing routine about any of this, absolutely nothing at all. Jack was also wondering just how wet Chastity’s diaper was…
…But before his train of thought could get much farther than clean of the station she stirred again and changed positions, turning him into something resembling a lawn chair. “Comfortable?” Jack asked softly.
“Yes,” she murmured, resting her arms on Jack’s. “You make a good pillow,” she added.
“Why, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, sounding tired. Jack let the conversation sink and die. The time didn’t seem right for any more talking, anyway.

Log in with your credentials

Forgot your details?