I’m being looked after for the night by the stunning Mommy Amber. It’s very late and I have gone to bed, and she is sprawled out on the comfortable settee wearing an expensive pink silk robe which is very revealing. It hugs her perfect body in all the right places, and really shows off her beautiful long legs and her incredible chest. When she is babysitting me and I have been tucked into bed, Mommy Amber likes to unwind by watching a grown up film, and this is exactly what she is doing now. She has a hot cup of cocoa in her hand, and is enjoying some private time as she nestles down among the fluffy cushions. She suddenly looks up in surprise as I enter the room, and I explain to her that I’m restless and just can’t get to snoozy land. I’m looking adorable in my cute striped t-shirt, and I also have own a pair of multi coloured knee length socks and am wearing a very crinkly ID Slip. Mommy Amber is a little bit peeved that I have come through and disturbed her, and although I want to stay up and watch the film with her, she says it might not be such a good idea because it’s for grown ups. She is worried that I might find it too scary, even though I have my trusty penguin friend Preston with me, and who I am clutching to my chest. But I make pleading eyes to her, and she agrees to let me stay up. I snuggle down against Mommy Amber’s huge breasts, which are warmer and more comfortable than any pillows, and suck my thumb as I watch the television screen. It’s just as frightening as Mommy Amber told me it would be, and I can feel my skin tingling and my hair beginning to stand on end. And that’s not the only thing…the film is scaring me so much that my bladder is doing cartwheels! It’s full to the brim as I didn’t empty it earlier, and as I draw myself even tighter to Mommy Amber, the floodgates open before I even know what’s happening. I send a long and powerful wet stream flowing into my ID Slip, and I immediately feel it getting even tighter as it grows and expands around me. Mommy Amber knows exactly what is happening, and although she is sympathetic to my sudden wetting, she is a little bit cross that I didn’t listen to her warning. She tells me that I must go straight to bed, and insists that I leave on the soaking wet ID Slip that is now squelching every time I move. I do as I’m told and head for my bedroom and my warm duvet. Maybe I do need to listen to Mommy Amber in the future, but one thing;’s for sure…I’m certainly not complaining about being made to go to bed whilst still strapped into something soggy! ;)