Misses Newell

It was late in May when I went to go stay with Daniel Newell and his wife, Misses Newell for the summer. We had spoken over emails and over social media for years. They knew exactly what was medically happening to me. They had invited me to stay with them for a couple of months, at least until my disposal.... Misses Newell, had a lot of rules for me to follow......both Daniel and her had decided these rules in advance. As I arrived around 11:30 am, I came to their front door wearing a black thobe, with thick Crinklz diapers on, with my black high-top shoes on. I rang their doorbell and a few minutes later, Misses Newell opened the door.