"Don't try to take that thing out," ushi said, "We checked, and there's just no way you'll be able to get your hands up to your face. Not that you could do much with your fingers in those bags anyway!"

"At least this saves us the torture of having to listen to your awful French, anyway, "Miko added, "I thought I was going to break up laughing at the way you mangled some of those translations!"

"Oh yes,

"Ushi grinned, "We speak American quite well. We should, after all; We've lived here ever since our Big Sister earned enough money to bring us over here from Turkey!"

"You Americans are so stupid," Miko put in, "Thinking we were from IndoChina! Just because we made up thee names and played dumb! Any blind man could have seen that we're from the same part of the world as our sister... Jana!"

"Did someone call?"

The door opened and Jana came in, carrying a shopping bag. Her sisters (Faleen and Shama, their names were) exchanged embraces and kisses with her, then led her over

to Eric and me. Jana snorted scornfully down at Eric, then turned to me and giggled at the sight of me, bound up and babyfied this way, diapered, hampered, and shamefully bare-breasted.

"What a precious little Baby!" She teased, "She sucks on her googoo so pretty! Does-ums want-ums nippie? Hmmm?"

Mortified, I struggled even harder and at last managed to get over onto my hands and knees again. As best I could, I crawled up to the bars and demanded she release

.me.

"Moomph-goomph!" I gurgled, "Moomph!" They broke up laughing all over again at this, and I blushed even deeper.

"Ohhh, it's going to be fun handling you," Janna breathed, looking me up and down in all my helpless feminized infancy, "After you doublecrossed me and acted so righteous and self-important yesterday! Well, you sure don't look very important now, do you Baby? How's this?"

Before I could move, her powerful hand scooped between the bars and grabbed one of my big, dangling breasts, tweaking the nipple until I moaned softly in pain and frustrated sexual desire.

"Mmmhmm," She nodded, "You were so smart, figuring out that angle about Arnold Klow and Bill Gilbert! Well, let's hear you say something smart now, Baby! What's the matter? Can't the little baby talk? Maybe this will help!"

Her hand went in again, this