“Then do it! I’m not changing their diapers all night!” Though a pleasant tingle reminded her she’d enjoy it.
“Screw you! You made me forget your commands! And you turned me into a diaper pissing freak. I’m not doing a dam thing for you. Just feel lucky Trish isn’t going to remember any of this tomorrow, I bet she’d be pretty pissed to find out you fed her dog food.”
Sally looked back to Trish, then tossed Liz’s pants back to her, “Here put these on. I don’t want to be staring at your pampered ass all night.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you humping my chair all night either.” She slipped the pants on over her diaper, they were tight, and about an inch of the diaper peeked over the top, but it was better than nothing.
Several minutes went by with both girls staring at nothing. Then Sally spoke.