Before they entered the party, Karyn hunkered down beside Jon once again. She was fiddling with the buckle of the straps keeping him in the pushchair but Jon didn't notice that as he was distracted by the cleavage she was showing as she leaned in to whisper to him, "Now sweetie. Remember, you promised to be a good girl for Mommy and then after the party Mommy will make you very happy. She'll snuggle up with her angel in bed and you can feed from Mommy all night long." As she said that Karyn squeezed her breasts right under Jon's nose before standing back up again. Jon instantly became aroused and looked down to make sure his bone was still hidden. It was then that he noticed what Karyn had done. She had put a small padlock on the pushchair buckle meaning Jon couldn't get out without Karyn unlocking it first. He didn't want to cause a fuss and ruin his chances with Karyn so said nothing for now.
Pete and Trevor helped Karyn get the pushchair in the front door and then they headed for the living room. The party was only getting warmed up so they found some seats and said hello to the people they knew there.
Jon started to fidget and asked Karyn to let him out of the straps. Karyn ignored that request and asked Jon what he needed. Jon said he wanted to get a drink but Karyn was one step ahead of him. She took an oversized empty baby bottle from her bag and sauntered over to the table which had all the drinks on it. She opened a beer and poured it into the bottle before closing it and sashaying back over to Jon. She squeezed a tiny bit onto her wrist, pretending to test the temperature and then handed it to Jon. He still didn't look happy so she discreetly ran her hand under the skirt of his dress. "What's wrong sweetie? Is your diaper wet?" Karyn asked with a wink as she gently carressed the growing lump in the front of his diaper. Jon instantly stopped squirming in the hopes that Karyn would continue but she slowly removed her hand and then pushed the baby bottle towards his kith, encouraging him to drink.
Pete meanwhile started chatting to a girl from school who had admired before. She was dressed as a cute, sexy mouse with a tail sticking out under her skirt and little whiskers stuck to her nose. They were playfully flirting about the fact that they were dressed as stereotypical enemies and she was begging Pete not to eat her.
