I’m with my stud for the evening when I hear a pathetic, whiny widdle adultbaby crying from his crib. What is it? You need to be changed? I check your diaper, but it’s practically dry! You interrupted my orgasm for this? No. Now not only am I not going to change you, but I’m going to masturbate right here in front of you while your hands are tied down to your crib—with your own rattle, no less. That’s right: no touching. If you had been patient, then I could have finished with my boy toy while you listened and played with yourself. But now you’re going to have to be tied down and teased wit... Show more