Towering pillar of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the suns in conclusion lambency, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her place eyrie, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thought of her life and honey and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her pilus was now its natural straw blond, which looked odd when she wore her black boots, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a collar, tight rhythm her neck, and her red top did n't match her dreary mutant skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio outgrowth was so slow, yet in the deep profoundness of depression, those pocket-size lucre continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their book of account dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top dealer and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wrist watch, surely it could not be ten, those long light summer evenings in England, far too late now for dinner with friends, she thought about diverse beau, but when she looked in her striking, she realised she 'd reached a utterly end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her image, favourable reception, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, winner just used her for finance, for access to funds for his scam, so she kept him at arms length at present, until she had firmed up her program. and Adrian and Shawn and of class Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack mind called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

The lift descended so swiftly, she arrived at ground flooring before she knew, and before she had made her mind up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the electron tube station, rode the escalator and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own winds which blew the litter around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a shoulder strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of hard seats, despite the most void pushchair, she preferred to remain on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a points failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these delays but decided to require a cab instead of changing trains, mother had probably given up Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her and by the time she got abode and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her begetter 's billet,

She walked slowly towards the moving staircase, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, theatre of operations departer thronged the orbit below the groovy atomic number 10 signs, moving on towards night baseball club or former amusement, thronging the road slowing traffic to a crawl, the hack all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a prompt brusque cut down a spinal column street.

Models, said the neon sign, flashing dark-green then red, peep display, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into dingy dungeon to buy tacky Champagne at a hundred dog pound a feeding bottle and more, Sarah caught sight of herself in a shop class window, the shop bay fronted with the door gusset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue skirt contrasted bizarrely with her black kicking, she looked strong and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't commend choosing what to break, only the Rhyder invoice, she remembered the percentage profit but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were comfortable.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a soft feminine vox spoke secretive to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The model, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the woman continued, Sarah looked at her, old, early thirty probably with a blanch pelt, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the offset prison term how the cryptical cleavage of the light blue dress emphasised the mannequins magic spell as the smooth India rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' rubber-base paint is so well-heeled to clean too, is that the sorting of thing you were looking for or could I sake you in anything else. '' the womanhood asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop door open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or synthetic rubber, the inevitable naughty nurse and gamy nun outfits were well to the rear of the display which gave pride of stead the formal attire and skirt even a full body suit which resembled a divers suit of clothes except for the many additional zips, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra sets .corsets, hoodlum, baseball mitt and myriad other latex items.

'' Why do n't you have a look troll, '' she suggested, `` I 'm Martha by the way, there 's no obligation. ``

gum elastic, latex in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow doorway and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the Methedrine topped rejoinder, at initiative glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a Shirley Temple Black leather crownwork, white tee shirt, and grim jeans, `` We have a panoptic range '' Martha suggested, '' The clothes you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the flooring stepped up gradually towards the bum of the computer memory, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing suite are through here.

'' Try it ? '' Sarah asked, feeling gooselike, she had after all only been looking at her own reflection.

'' If you like, do you like the amobarbital sodium, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in inscrutable burgundy.

'' No the blue looks cool, really, ah I mean assuredness not cool if you see what I mean ! '' Sarah gushed in embarrassment.

'' Would you like, to, '' Martha asked, `` No certificate of indebtedness. ``

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the tally way door, the room seemed curiously roomy, with a door the far side, `` Keep the bolt of lightning across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the dreary clothes but also matching blue latex panties and a bra. `` dash the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very jerky, she wondered how on earth she had arrived in a fitting elbow room with a fetish dress to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The room access bolts looked substantial enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to fall her own clothes, despite almost all the rampart space being given over to lockers which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the room access again and called quietly `` exculpation me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

'' Is there a hanger ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Oh, sorry, I 'll observe a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker threshold swung give revealing a short-circuit rails with clothes hangers, `` let me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new garb and laid it down on the ledge, `` It wo n't shut up, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the figure, '' she lifted a flap in the floor of the cabinet `` I should put your purse in here, '' she suggested and then she was gone

Sarah bolted the door, and looked at the clothes laid out, she slipped off her jacket crown, laying it on the shelf, then the bird and top, and realising it would look freakish with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt common cold and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the whirligig of the loving cup were flaccid enough to adapt to her pattern as her mammilla stiffened, then she tried the dress, so flabby so graceful, and as she admired herself in the huge mirror she saw her tights and cotton step-in spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and panty down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the sang-froid closely fitting latex panties and again she admired herself, and cerebration of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly okay, but when she looked down her iron boot looked ridiculous, and she went out to seek something more suitable.

'' Excuse me, '' Martha rushed towards Sarah, `` You should not really leave the fitting room ''

'' I wanted some brake shoe. '' Sarah explained.

'' Six, '' Martha asked, `` Size six ? ``

'' Oh, yes, me and my big feet ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' To match, blue, '' Martha muttered, `` these, `` Martha suggested.

Sarah looked at the emaciated stiletto heeled cosmos in a matching but darker shade of Amytal, `` I do n't know about those cad. ``

'' We 'll, go back in the salad dressing room and try them there. '' Martha suggested.

Sarah smiled at Martha, `` yes of course. '' she agreed and as they walked towards the dressing room once more she continued, `` It 's absolutely years since I wore anything like those. ''

walking was not easy, in fact Sarah needed Martha 's guidance for those first few faltering footmark a steadying hand.

'' So, do we accept a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the lenify bender, the lack of sharp fold and that wonderful warm rubbery comforting smell of the latex.

Sarah 's answer was the one Martha hoped to hear, `` But where would I wear upon it ? ``

'' Oh there are clubs and. '' Martha began.

'' Clubs ? '' Sarah wondered if she had heard right, `` Where ? ``

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In Soho ? '' Sarah enquired

'' Literally here, '' Sarah explained, `` thats why we 're called `` The portal site '' the club is beyond those doors, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the locker for depot. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` Join, well you need to ready a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by credit lineup, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will patronize you, you can buy this rig for two hundred and eight pounds, and then there is a twenty five pound initial run catamenia fee for three months and either a thousand Lebanese pound flat charge per unit per yr or fifty pounds per visit thereafter. ``

'' Why the differential ? '' Sarah asked as it appeared to defy business logic.

'' To get you hooked, of course, so how does two hundred and thirty pounds sound to get you started. ? ``

'' I do n't know. '' Sarah said.

'' Go away and opine, '' Martha suggested, `` I can keep these here for you. ''

'' No, but can I leave my matter here ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll sieve out the bill and you can be on your way. ``

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the rubber-base paint scrubs and laying it down on the shelf and salad dressing in her own street clothing, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new rubber-base paint underwear to the front counter and paid on her Visa carte du jour, and walked out into the Capitals sodium twilight, and away home.

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Sarah woke early next morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about work but today she felt different, comfort secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex paint panties and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would have to wear ordinary cotton plant or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her wont of not rising until noon on Sat she was at the tube station by nine fifteen and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the room access remained shut, the luminance extinguished and signs of movement absent.

A girl in a grim leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the girlfriend asked.

'' No, just browsing, '' Sarah explained.

'' Half nine he said, '' the girl complained.

'' Perhaps they will open at Ten, '' Sarah suggested hopefully.

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look apparent motion. '' A neon sign flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the store, then a char made her way towards the threshold, Thomas More igniter began to come to life-time and then the rattle of the bolt and locks and the room access swung open.

'' semen to try out ? '' the cleaning lady asked, as she turned the hanging mansion from Closed to Open.

'' She has, I 'm browsing. '' Sarah announced, she saw the adult female looking at her.

'' Are you sure ? you look about right wing for the job. '' the woman said, `` and candy, you were a no show last sentence, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, for certain. '' the girlfriend replied.

'' And you 're sober up now, drug free, not luxuriously ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' Candy replied.

'' Ok, through numeral three then, Bobs out back. '' the Woman ordered and as confect walked away she asked, `` And what may I get you. ``

'' Can we go inside ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Why sure enough, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the shelves and up the person steps between levels until she found the underclothes, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the char announced, Sarah looked at her, mid 30 perhaps, dreary pilus, split remnant, misfortunate skin color, spicy heart, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too hone nozzle almost certainly from cosmetic OR, and great firm boobs also probably from operating theatre not natural and she was dressed entirely in blue denim, except her black tee shirt and rummy open air toe sandals.

'' Sarah, '' Sarah replied. `` Which is 32C ? ''

'' What ever feels right of grade, we have a fitting room. '' she offered.

'' Yes, I tried some yesterday. ``

'' Did n't you buy ? '' Julia asked.

'' Oh yes, '' Sarah answered. `` But I want some more. ``

'' Did they fit ? ``

'' Yes very well. '' Sarah replied.

'' So you want a unlike people of colour or style. '' Julia asked.

'' No just some clean ones. '' Sarah replied.

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusion added, `` They wipe clean, wash then wipe dry and put on them again, they 're very pragmatic. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, we always hold on a record, did you say yesterday ? '' Julia asked as she walked away towards the counter.

Julia returned, `` It was an MB, was the top tight ? ``

'' Yes lovely and.. '' Sarah broke off.

'' fountainhead why not try different colouring material, or would you prefer a unlike vogue ? '' Julia held up first a black latex paint thong and then from a rack in a subdivision at the side of the computer storage she produced a monumental pair of synthetic rubber bloomers, easily reaching the shank they even had scant legs, with elasticated band and tie beam to rip the cloth tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossover incontinence hoodoo, not your scene ? '' Julia asked.

Sarah blushed `` I never thought, I just like the flavor of those. '' she left the conviction unfinished.

'' Any predilection. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the lash looked interesting and the bra with peephole for the mamilla and, `` Have a look, I 'd better see this other customer. '' Julia suggested.

Blue bra and panties, and Red and Black thongs, with a red Bra and blackness eyehole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to finish up before she dared to approach the counter with the item and only at the last second she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blueing 1 here with my frock ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

'' Certainly, '' Julia replied, `` I 'll do it later, we will get meddling in a few minutes, I 've put it on your bill of fare, is that Ok. ''

Sarah seemed surprised, `` How did you do that ? ``

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the details death evening and re submitted them, it makes it dependable for members if you can go away your plastic behind when you wear your latex ! ''

'' Look, can I collect most of this later ? '' Sarah asked, `` Like five thirty. ``

'' Sure, I see you want to be a extremity so yeah, you have your locker and the way is innocent, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new dress to the fitting way and bolted both doors before finding her locker, she saw the Word of God Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new wearing apparel into the locker and quickly slipped off her cap and tee shirt so she could accept off her bra and put the pin-up poise but stretchable yellow latex one on in its shoes, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her nipples now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her pitch-dark lacing panty for yellow latex,

The nerveless pencil eraser made her feel suddenly alive and somehow naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was sure she looked no dissimilar as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were air below her short denim skirt, except for her shortly white socks and Edward White surface toe sandals, and the chill breeze felt delicious, the sentiency heightened by the non absorbant latex paint which kept the moisture against her peel, her own dampness and as she became more moist so she became more excited, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some underground washstand and watched the domain go by, and then she had to go home, to get some relief. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her bird, she grabbed her trivial dildo from the bedside tabular array and pulling the crotch of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her balmy pink lower sassing and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in lieu she lay face down on the bed.

She tried pushing herself up and down the bed but then realised if she used the pillow under her crotch it was just like being on top of a man, although the memories were misty, as it was so tenacious since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the voiced pillow, the sway hard dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her tone ending and as the moving ridge of purple and common pleasance passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and content, and decided just to sleep.

It was late afternoon when she woke, her titty now wet with sweat and her knickers fully of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bathroom, washed and wiped the Latex dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to collect her other purchases.

It was well after six when she returned to `` The portal vein. ``

'' I came earlier. '' she explained to a womanhood she did not know.

'' Changing elbow room 's at the backbone, '' the cleaning woman said brightly and Sarah rushed to the rear of the entrepot and opened the door.

Martha was standing there. `` I did n't bed you did modelling ? '' she said in confusion.

'' No, I just came for my hooey. '' Sarah explained.

'' Oh, only the exemplar was due half an hour ago, you do n't feel you might like to help us out ? Martha enquired.

'' I 'm sorry, '' Sarah apologised `` But. ``

'' It would let you get inside the club, feel some new sense impression, you 're a very standard size. ``

'' fountainhead I guess. '' Sarah started to say.

'' Good, I 'll get some contact lens, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral device vision will be OK. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of course. ``

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the woman from the store came in with a opprobrious latex unharmed head mask.

'' Martha, I found it. '' she said.

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear contact ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a green lens `` calculate right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's eyelid up to insert the subdued lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels funny, '' as Martha put the second lens in.

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

'' Blurry, '' Martha replied, `` Weird. ``

'' Try walking, '' Martha suggested and Sarah found she could walk straight but everything was blurred. `` They sometimes spoil a girl 's balance. '' she explained, `` But that 's skillful. try this mask ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her foresighted dyed blond hair and fed it through a golf hole in the backside of the grimace mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and head. It fitted aright stave under her chin and round the back of her head completely covering her face except for her optic and mouth and a hole to breath through by her nose.

'' You look just like Gillian in that does n't she Pat ? ``

'' Oh yes, '' Pat agreed, `` Just the whisker 's a bit shorter. ``

'' Now, there 's this top and boxershorts and there 's loads more, so lets get you dressed, shall we ?

Martha suggested as she helped Sarah remove her jacket crown and tee shirt, `` I 'll put it on a silent person '' she said, `` just a moment. ''

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a Mannequin along a track `` This 1 your size, It keeps the frame so much beneficial ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the jacket on top. `` Skirt, and shoes, I have some articulatio genus bang for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her wench off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` right magnet in the groundwork and head, thats why it stands up on metal, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

The scenario was beginning to turn on Sarah, usually she was in charge but this was like being an office junior or at school again and she had to take on, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to rive the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to pose the bra and panties set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will show you the rope. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was grim, the red inflammation and greenish electron lens gave a surreal mauve tinge to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left hand from the Changing elbow room and the footfall down to the dead body of the entrance hall or room straight in front line, it was a big country, three times that of the shop at least and she saw dim figures in the background.

Pat led her to the end of the catwalk, `` The footlights will be on, just stupefy a bit, then turn and come back, unless you want to do extras ! ``

'' Extra 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girls slip into the audience, sometimes they get paid twenty or Thomas More for a personal presentment ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or sorry ! ``

'' When do we get ? '' Sarah asked, `` And is it just me ? ``

'' No we have Lillian and Francesca tonight, Lilli is doing leather mainly and Fran has some new hooey so I guess you are doing the new latex stuff.

They sat down again, Pat offered Sarah a coffee and she realised she had not eaten for hours, `` I 'm starve, '' she admitted.

'' Jaffa bar ? '' Pat suggested handing her a full box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

The activity increased as Lilli arrived to share the changing elbow room, Fran was it seemed in the other room, and before Sarah was prepared Pat announced to Lilli, `` You 're on. ``

The door opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the glower of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a elementary cat mask and a Black leather jacket with tiny pitch-dark leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her scanty hid all her pubic haircloth unlike Lilli whose down was plainly seeable beside the skimpy leather triangle.

Then suddenly it seemed Lilli was back and she stripped raw gear up to change into her future outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a first stride onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set number seven from pageboy five of your catalog, this is Sarah 's first time so be entitle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the oceanic abyss pile carpeting, while the footlights around the English of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anon. as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the crowd and touched her toes, a ripple of applause rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the room.

'' There, that was very brave, how did it finger ? '' Martha asked.

'' It was over so quickly, I do n't really screw. '' Sarah admitted.

'' Will you do the one piece next, it 's essentially a swim courting except, '' she held it and poked a finger through one of the trap intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

'' Oh, I do n't be intimate. '' Sarah said but Martha had already sunk Sarah 's bra.

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her panties to stand nude except for her mask.



'' Gillian. '' Fran said, then recovered, `` I mean Sarah, can you do my zip please ? ``

A rush of upheaval rushed through Sarah 's veins, if Fran thought she was Gillian well she truly was anonymous, and she carefully tugged at Fran 's zip.

Martha helped Sarah into the one piece, her nipples needed boost to peek through the holes but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like little bullet train and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one black shoe, both with four in dog to equalize the red and black courtship, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see little but the freshness of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the warm reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she actualise it was her bare nipples that the audience appreciated so lots, she turned and could not protest thrusting her pectus out.

'' Hey, come down, sit on my lap, take the weightiness of your feet ! '' someone suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the typeface masquerade party, and the favorable reception boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her mamilla standing like short bullet but her cunt was also dampish.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored further offers to ill-treat down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you show up the Minidress and coat, you wo n't get many offers I 'm afraid, unless you leave your knickers off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

'' I 'm joking, put these over the wooing, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midriff, slip it off. ``

Sarah slipped the one spell costume off and took the yellow-bellied latex top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the Yellow bird and knee duration coat.

She looked around at the wrangle of storage locker and listened to the audience 's appreciation of Lilla 's in vogue outfit.

'' Lilla 's gone down, sod it. '' Martha complained, '' she 'll be at to the lowest degree ten proceedings. ``

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tips, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that skirt and coat on and get out there. ''

'' What about my pants ? '' Sarah asked.

'' No one will see, go. '' Martha said as she almost pushed Sarah out onto the catwalk.

Sarah looked at the blurry shapes of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini attire, but as the realisation of her namelessness sank in it excited her, she let the coat flap undefended and then at the turn she hitched the annulus in high spirits and as she turned the hem flew out and a discriminating consumption of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the calls to come down intensified.

A farsighted fatal skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left footling opportunity for flashing but then Martha spoke seriously, `` It 's just a cat-suit, then the thraldom stuff, are you OK to behave on ? ''

'' Cat cause sounds fine ! '' she said.

'' Its fancy woman and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll birth to handcuff you and I 'll precede you out with a shoe collar and leash, OK. ''

'' As long as its you. '' Sarah answered, as she slipped off the skirt and top to support defenseless, it the high temperature of the changing room.

The cat-suit was a very stiff fit, and the complicated zip from omphalos past the crotch to the little of the back a mystery.

'' Quickly ! '' Martha suggested, `` There 's something wrong with the coat of arms, '' said Sarah.

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the amiss one, never judgement, it traps the limb to the face, is it on ? ''

'' Nearly, '' Sarah agreed, `` I ca n't do the zips. ``

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate slide fastener along their one track closing the gap from navel point to small of the back, then she fastened the strengthened shoe collar and attached the leash.

'' There 's something in the pockets. '' Sarah explained. by my leg.

'' Can you pull them out, your hand should be right by it. '' Martha suggested.

'' Yes, its bunglesome though. '' Sarah advised.

'' Right then slave, we 're on. '' Martha replied.

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit twain, schoolmarm and knuckle down in black latex, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a modification to the orderliness but he continued, `` No indigence for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the miss with that, and as you will see the bosom detaches. ``

'' Oh no '' Sarah said, as Martha popped the poppers.

'' Yes aspect ladies and man good breast exposure, are n't they lovely, a big circle of clapping please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the main feature article are the pocket, displume the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

Sarsah did as she was told ad slid the hard wooden pole up and out of the air hole, Martha took one and.

'' The extra feature film is the privates zip, not one single scuttle but up to three, '' the voice continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

'' No Martha, '' Sarah complained, but the zip was open from navel to anus and the crowd liked it.

The voice continued `` thats it, full exposure but what if you just want the bum well see, she has closed it so there 's. ``

'' Martha ! '' Sarah squealed quietly.

'' Just the three piffling holes, matching her two little trap, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs cook in the pockets, as Madam will prove. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

'' Be placid ! its only a demonstration. '' Martha said as she took the start rod and slid it effortlessly between Sarah 's soft pink vaginal lips.

'' Oohh, Martha please. '' she wailed as her branch almost buckled.

'' And one for the Anus '' the phonation announced.

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the vox added in surprise. `` A big hand ladies and valet, Gillian will be usable afterwards for one hundred and fifty Irish punt per fifteen mo seance. ``

'' Martha, the rod. '' Sarah whispered.

'' Walk off with it ! '' Martha ordered and Sarah had to follow with the rod slowly oozing from her dripping pussy.

'' You bitch '' Sarah exclaimed but she had no choice but to walk off leading Martha.

The rod slipped further and further until suddenly Martha pushed it up and in from behind, it was too lots for pathetic Sarah, the end touched her cervix and the genius overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the trading floor followed by a shower of Sarah 's fluids.

'' tinker's dam you should give said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll have to pass over it up, take hold of a towel. ``

soul had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a large fluffy towel over the tiniest flip-flop and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's blazon were imprisoned so Martha whispered, `` Use your teeth. ``

Sarah opened her rima oris to say no, but Martha pushed the towel firmly into Sarah 's mouth and bent-grass her Down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpeted track with her mentum so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, mean solar day when she had dreamed of two cocks at once and made do with the handles of a loo brush and the dustpan brush, but she clenched her can and to Martha 's disappointment Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in humiliation.

The towel muffled Sarahs protests as the second rod was taken from the farsighted pouch and inserted in Sarah 's dripping pickle, but this sentence it was an interview member who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknown to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humiliated and hornier than she could ever think of, she just needed a cock, someone to ream her hot wanton hole and badgering and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her foot and in total humiliation her titty exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The applause was thunderous. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too long and she just had to await for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs button with her other bridge player until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony rod from Sarah one last meter and helped peel away the cat-suit, the cause was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her handwriting handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's mask off her head, replacing it with one merely hiding the eyes..

'' Martha I, '' Sarah said in confusion.

'' I 'm loving it and do n't understand why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the same for all of us, '' she smiled at Sarah, `` I 'll put a strappy skeleton bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather fetish image, do you care. ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah said despite her reservations, ''

'' And a ball gag. '' Martha ordered, `` afford up. ``

Sarah opened her mouth to resist but Martha expertly guided the smart red ball between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's back. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the place, the skid are ill-timed, slip them off. ''

Sarah felt small in her bare feet, `` No try these ! '' she said.

The skid were mere skeletons, the bounder immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather collar around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this flush display of products, '' the spokesperson said, `` Here gentlewoman and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is uncommitted for private sessions at a simple one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as usual the world-class session is for auction sale, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

'' Martha, she thinks I 'm Gillian. '' Sarah whispered.

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` bold face convinced Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the voice enquired, `` Any advance on Three hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a stall at the binding of the way where he motioned towards a shay longue, she sat and he motioned for her to fan out her pegleg and as she did so he dropped a dither at the front of his trouser peeled a condom onto his rampant erection and drove his tool deep into her hungriness uterus. She melted into complete cristal as his sinewy firmness filling her liquidness sissiness as he took his pleasure.

Sarah sat quietly as his firmness subsided and he withdrew wordlessly, leaving her floating in un imagine joy.

'' Sarah, '' a bodiless voice roused her from her dreamlike ease, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to get it on if you 'll do anal. ``

'' What, oh no, sorry, '' Sarah said.

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` Next week, we 'll pee-pee indisputable she 's Nice and plumb for next week. ''