Page 84 of Hiding From Laughter

That was important.

It was in the bag.

“Stand up slowly, baby.” Daddy wasn’t fastbut I was fast. “Okay, binkie and spoon time. Let’s go get dried off.”

“We have towels.” The man said so. “He…theman said it wasn’t nice to hold my toys hostage.”

I liked that.

I liked the fancy man.

“I’m glad he agreed with you. He seemed tolike you and might come say hi to check on us.” Daddy kissed my head again ashe wrapped a big, big Daddy-sized towel around me. “These are amazing. I needto figure out where they got actual bath towels this size.”

Distracted Daddy.

“Stop giggling, silly goose. They’re huge.”

Silly Daddy, not silly goose.

“He can…he can say hi. But…but I don’t haveto talk. I have my quiet toy.” Even the fancy man couldn’t make me talk. “Idon’t have to talk. It’s…it’s in my contract.”

The fancy man couldn’t make me.

Nope.

Not even…not even if he was a spy catcherperson.

“I’ll make sure he knows you don’t talk.”Daddy gave my forehead another kiss as he rubbed me and rubbed me and rubbed mewith the towel. “You color and you play and you use your hands to tell memore.”

“Hands. I have hands.” Daddy said…he saidsomething about my mitts. “Yes.”

Two orgasms and lots of worries and lots ofnaughty stuff made my head so fuzzy.

Ugh.

Daddy read my mind again.

He laughed.

“Yep. You have a very special Daddy butthat’s okay. It’s not rude since I’m your Daddy.” Mind-reading Daddy was alsomagic Daddy. “Yes, quiet toy for a fuzzy boy.”

No more words.

No more moving.

No more anythings.

Daddy did everything when it was quiet toytime.

He dried me.

He kissed me.

He put me on the bench.

He put my diaper on.

He made me cute.

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