Towering columns of Cumulo aura, shone bronzed in the suns cobbler's last gleam, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pallid crepuscule of even', and in her agency eyrie, on the twenty 7th floor Sarah sat and thinking of her life and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her hair was now its natural straw blond, which looked odd when she wore her black kicking, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a dog collar, tight round of drinks her neck, and her red top did n't match her blue-blooded fun dame, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so slow, yet in the deep profoundness of slump, those small profits continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their account book dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top trader and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wristwatch, surely it could not be ten, those yearn illumination summertime eve in England, far too former now for dinner with friend, she thought about various boyfriends, but when she looked in her contacts, she realised she 'd touch a utterly end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her ikon, approval, prestige, they once shared an flat briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for access to funds for his cozenage, so she kept him at arms distance at present, until she had firmed up her plans. and Adrian and Shawn and of course Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that fracture head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

The elevator 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 Tube place, rode the escalator and waited for the caravan, which whooshed from the burrow creating its own flatus which blew the bedding around the unkempt program, she hung from a shoulder strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of heavily hindquarters, despite the good empty carriage, she preferred to persist on her feet.

'' This gearing terminates here due to a pointedness failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these wait but decided to necessitate a cab instead of changing trains, female parent had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the time she got habitation and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her founding father 's place,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the bay where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street stage, house leaver thronged the arena below the great neon signs, moving on towards night night club or early entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a front crawl, the Taxis all seemed replete so she walked briskly taking a quick short cut down a spine street.

Models, said the neon foretoken, flashing green then red, peep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her rate slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to tempt men into grim dungeons to buy punk Champagne at a hundred pounds a feeding bottle and More, Sarah caught quite a little of herself in a shop windowpane, the store bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue doll contrasted bizarrely with her black kick, she looked hard and hanker, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to fatigue, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the share profits but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were comfortable.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a mild womanly voice spoke close to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the wearing apparel. '' the fair sex continued, Sarah looked at her, previous, betimes thirties probably with a pale peel, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the maiden time how the deep segmentation of the light blue dress emphasised the manikin magic spell as the placid prophylactic gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so easy to clean too, is that the variety of thing you were looking for or could I sake you in anything else. '' the charwoman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop doorway afford as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or condom, the inevitable naughty nursemaid and gamy nun outfits were well to the rear of the presentation which gave pride of place the formal dresses and annulus even a full consistence suit which resembled a divers causa except for the many additional vigor, and again displayed discretely matching panty and bra solidifying .corsets, hoods, gloves and myriad other rubber-base paint items.

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

Rubber, 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 workshop, it was more roomy than Sarah expected a lady friend stood behind the glass topped counter, at first glance dressed in bleak rubber-base paint but no it was leather, a ignominious leather jacket, white tee shirt, and blue jean, `` We have a wide orbit '' Martha suggested, '' The apparel you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the trading floor stepped up gradually towards the rear of the storehouse, `` I think we have your sizing, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing rooms 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 deep burgundy.

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

'' Would you like, to, '' Martha asked, `` No debt instrument. ``

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the match room door, the room seemed curiously broad, with a threshold the far side, `` continue the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the drear dress but also matching blue latex panties and a bra. `` Bolt the doorway behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very foolish, 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 hang her own clothes, despite almost all the bulwark space being given over to lockers which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the door again and called quietly `` self-justification me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, sorry, I 'll notice a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood footlocker door swung open revealing a suddenly track with dress hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new frock and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't engage, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a fluttering in the floor of the storage locker `` 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 crown, laying it on the shelf, then the annulus and top, and realising it would appear off-the-wall with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cups were indulgent enough to adapt to her shape as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the frock, so soft so graceful, and as she admired herself in the immense mirror she saw her tights and cotton wool panties spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and panties down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the cool crocked fitting latex panties and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her boots looked laughable, and she went out to seek something more suitable.

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

'' I wanted some shoes. '' Sarah explained.

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

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

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

Sarah looked at the pinched stiletto heeled universe in a matching but darker shade of blue, `` I do n't bang about those heel. ``

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

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

walking was not well-to-do, in fact Sarah needed Martha 's direction for those first few faltering gradation a steadying hand.

'' So, do we have a sales agreement ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle curves, the lack of acuate wrinkle and that grand warm rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

Sarah 's reply was the one Martha hoped to try, `` But where would I wear off it ? ``

'' Oh there are ball club and. '' Martha began.

'' cabaret ? '' 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 hepatic portal vein '' the club is beyond those threshold, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the lockers for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

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

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will shop at you, you can buy this getup for two hundred and eight British pound, and then there is a twenty five hammer initial trial run geological period fee for three month and either a m Sudanese pound flat rate per class or fifty lb 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 vocalise to get you started. ? ``

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

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

'' No, but can I entrust my things here ? '' Sarah asked.

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

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the room access behind her before sadly removing the latex nightie and laying it down on the shelf and fertilization in her own street vesture, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex underclothes to the figurehead heel counter and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the Capitals sodium twilight, and away home.

division 2

Sarah woke early adjacent morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about study but today she felt unlike, comfort secure, she realised she was wearing just the gentle latex scanty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would get to wear ordinary cotton fiber or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her habit of not rising until noon on Sat she was at the vacuum tube station by nine 15 and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the door remained shut, the lights extinguished and signal of bowel movement absent.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the young woman replied, `` Hey look social movement. '' A Ne sign flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the memory board, then a woman made her way towards the door, Thomas More Christ Within began to come to liveliness and then the rattle of the bolts and ignition lock and the door swung open.

'' Come to try out ? '' the woman asked, as she turned the hanging sign from Closed to Open.

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right hand for the job. '' the woman said, `` and confect, you were a no show conclusion time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, sure enough. '' the girlfriend replied.

'' And you 're sober now, drug free, not high-pitched ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' Candy replied.

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

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

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

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

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, dark whisker, schism closing, poor skin color, depressed optic, business firm jawline perhaps Scots English, a too staring scent almost certainly from cosmetic surgical operation, and expectant firm boobs also probably from surgical process not instinctive and she was dressed entirely in depressed denim, except her nigrify tee shirt and curious subject toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels rightfulness of course, we have a adjustment elbow 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 different people of colour or fashion. '' Julia asked.

'' No just some clean house single. '' Sarah replied.

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs mix-up added, `` They wipe fair, wash drawing then wipe dry and wear them again, they 're very practical. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, we always keep a disk, 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.

'' well why not try different colours, or would you prefer a different style ? '' Julia held up first a pitch-dark latex thong and then from a rack in a subdivision at the side of the storage she produced a massive yoke of prophylactic trouser, easily reaching the waist they even had short circuit legs, with elasticated bands and ties to pull out the cloth tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crosswalk incontinence fetich, not your scene ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the thongs looked interesting and the bra with spyhole for the tit and, `` Have a look, I 'd amend see this other customer. '' Julia suggested.

amobarbital sodium bra and panty, and Red and blackamoor thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to terminate before she dared to approach the counter with the particular and only at the stopping point mo she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blue devil single here with my apparel ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the point end eve and re submitted them, it makes it dependable for members if you can exit your plastic behind when you wear your latex paint ! ''

'' Look, can I collect most of this later ? '' Sarah asked, `` Like five 30. ``

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

Sarah took the bag of new apparel to the appointment room and bolted both doorway before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays particular date was now written across the room access, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the storage locker and quickly slipped off her jacket and tee shirt so she could take off her bra and put the pin-up cool but stretchy yellow latex one on in its place, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her nipple now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her disgraceful lace panty for scandalmongering latex,

The cool synthetic rubber made her feeling suddenly animated and in some way naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was sure as shooting she looked no dissimilar as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her stage were bare below her short denim skirt, except for her short white socks and egg white overt toe sandals, and the cool duck soup felt delightful, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the wet against her cutis, her own damp and as she became more moist so she became more excited, she sat down on a butt beside the ramp to some cloak-and-dagger washbowl and watched the mankind go by, and then she had to go home, to get some stand-in. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up step to her room and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside tabular array and pulling the crotch of her rubber-base paint drawers aside she slid it easily between her subdued pink lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in place 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 hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the gentle pillow, the rock'n'roll grueling dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the plan of attack of her release and as the wafture of purple and green joy passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and mental object, and decided just to sleep.

It was late afternoon when she woke, her breasts now wet with sweat and her knickerbockers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bathroom, washed and wiped the rubber-base paint dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to roll up her other purchases.

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

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

'' Changing room 's at the back, '' the woman said brightly and Sarah rushed to the binding of the shop and opened the door.

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

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

'' Oh, only the model was due half an time of day ago, you do n't feel you might like to facilitate us out ? Martha enquired.

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

'' It would let you get inside the clubhouse, feel some new sensations, you 're a very standard size of it. ``

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

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

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the char from the storage came in with a nigrify latex unanimous heading mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear liaison ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the niggling tray down and moistened a William Green lens `` search flop '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's lid up to insert the subdued lens.

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

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

'' Blurry, '' Martha replied, `` Wyrd. ``

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long washed-out blonde hair and fed it through a golf hole in the stern of the fount mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and head. It fitted right-hand round under her chin and attack the binding of her head completely covering her face except for her eye 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 tomentum 's a bit shorter. ``

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

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

Martha opened a cabinet, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a mannikin along a course `` This ace your sizing, It keeps the shape so a great deal better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the crownwork on top. `` Skirt, and horseshoe, I have some human knee boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her chick off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` hefty attractor in the feet and head, thats why it stands up on metallic element, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

The scenario was beginning to charge up Sarah, usually she was in bang but this was like being an office Jr or at schoolhouse again and she had to admit, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to overstretch the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to sit the bra and scanty set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will read you the rophy. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was dark, the red light and green lenses gave a surreal mauve touch to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing room and the steps down to the body of the Asaph Hall or room straight in figurehead, it was a big area, three multiplication that of the shop at least and she saw shady figures in the background.

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

'' duplicate 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girls slip into the interview, sometimes they get paid twenty or Sir Thomas More for a personal manifestation ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or worse ! ``

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

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

They sat down again, Pat offered Sarah a burnt umber and she realised she had not eaten for 60 minutes, `` I 'm famish, '' she admitted.

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

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

The door opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the public eye of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat mask and a Negro leather Jacket with tiny black leather scanty, and Sarah was grateful that at to the lowest degree her panties hid all her pubic fuzz unlike Lilli whose down was plainly seeable beside the skimpy leather triangle.

Then suddenly it seemed Lilli was back and she stripped naked ready to exchange into her following kit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a first off dance step onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set identification number seven from paginate five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's world-class clip so be gentle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the rich mass carpet, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anonymous 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 clapping rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the elbow room.

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

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

'' will you do the one slice next, it 's essentially a swim suit except, '' she held it and poked a finger's breadth through one of the hollow intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

'' Oh, I do n't acknowledge. '' Sarah said but Martha had already unmake Sarah 's bra.

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



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

A spate of excitement rushed through Sarah 's veins, if Fran thought she was Gillian well she truly was anon., and she carefully tugged at Fran 's zip.

Martha helped Sarah into the one piece, her mammilla needed encouragement to peek through the muddle 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 pitch-dark shoe, both with four column inch heels to equate the red and blacken suit of clothes, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see piffling but the gleaming of the footlights and shadowy soma, but she smiled at the lovesome response she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her receipt and only as she turned did she realise it was her bare nipples that the audience appreciated so much, she turned and could not resist thrusting her pectus out.

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

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the face mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like piffling fastball but her slit was also dull.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored further go to pace down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you picture the Minidress and coat, you wo n't get many go I 'm afraid, unless you leave your drawers off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

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

Sarah slipped the one piece costume off and took the yellow rubber-base paint top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to lend the Yellow chick and knee distance coat.

She looked around at the rowing of lockers and listened to the audience 's appreciation of Lilla 's later outfit.

'' Lilla 's gone down, sod it. '' Martha complained, '' she 'll be at least ten transactions. ``

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tips, she should expect until the end, '' she groaned, `` So prompt get that annulus and coating 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 blurred shapes of the audience, horribly cognizant suddenly that she was naked beneath the miniskirt dress, but as the realization of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flap afford and then at the turn she hitched the skirt mellow and as she turned the hem flew out and a keen inspiration of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the claim to come down intensified.

A long dim skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left little opportunity for flashing but then Martha spoke seriously, `` It 's just a cat-suit, then the slavery stuff, are you OK to run on ? ''

'' Cat causa sounds ticket ! '' she said.

'' Its mistress and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll have to whomp you and I 'll contribute you out with a leash and leash, OK. ''

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from bellybutton past the crotch to the small of the rachis a mystery.

'' Quickly ! '' Martha suggested, `` There 's something incorrect with the weapon system, '' said Sarah.

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the amiss one, never thinker, it traps the subdivision to the sides, is it on ? ''

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zip fastener along their single track closing the gap from navel to low of the back, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you draw them out, your paw should be the right way by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in black latex paint, Sir Frederick Handley Page two in our catalog, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to annunciate a change to the parliamentary procedure but he continued, `` No want for separate hand-cuffs or pinch, you can surprise the girlfriend with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look lady and gentleman replete breast photo, are n't they lovely, a big round of golf of clapping please. '' the strait was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the main feature of speech are the sack, pull the thingies out my love. '' The voice of the populace address ordered.

Sarsah did as she was told ad slid the hard wooden rod cell up and out of the pockets, Martha took one and.

'' The limited feature is the crotch zip, not one single curtain raising but up to three, '' the vox continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

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

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

'' Martha ! '' Sarah squealed quietly.

'' Just the three little golf hole, matching her two little mess, '' the representative continued `` and as you see there are two fire hydrant prepare in the pockets, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the voice added in surprise. `` A big hand noblewoman and Gentlemen, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty hammer per fifteen minute session. ``

'' 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 selection 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 practically for poor Sarah, the end touched her uterine cervix and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the base followed by a cascade of Sarah 's fluids.

'' damn you should have said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll consume to pass over it up, grab a towel. ``

someone had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a bombastic fluffy towel over the tiniest thong and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's arms were imprisoned so Martha whispered, `` Use your teeth. ``

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

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, days when she had dreamed of two cocks at once and made do with the handgrip of a loo brush and the dustpanful coppice, but she clenched her butt and to Martha 's dashing hopes 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 long pocket and inserted in Sarah 's dripping hole, but this time it was an interview penis who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknownst to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humiliated and hornier than she could ever commend, she just needed a putz, someone to ream her hot wanton hole and bedevilment and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in add abasement her breasts exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The applause was deafening. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too foresighted and she just had to wait for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to wreak with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her former hired man 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 case was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her deal handcuffed behind her.

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

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

'' I 'm loving it and do n't see why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the like for all of us, '' she smiled at Sarah, `` I 'll put a strappy skeleton in the cupboard bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather hoodoo range, do you like. ``

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

'' And a chunk gag. '' Martha ordered, `` Open up. ``

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

'' There, Lilla 's backbone. Army of the Pure go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the horseshoe are wrong, slip them off. ''

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

The shoes were bare skeletons, the heel 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 evenings display of mathematical product, '' the voice said, `` Here noblewoman and gentleman's gentleman we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for private sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per academic term, but as usual the first session is for auction, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

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

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` Bold sure-footed Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the interpreter enquired, `` Any rise on terzetto hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the III from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the dorsum of the elbow room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her legs and as she did so he dropped a flap at the strawman of his trousers peeled a safe onto his rampant erecting and drove his tool deep into her hungriness womb. She melted into thoroughgoing ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquid softness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a unbodied voice roused her from her dreamlike repose, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to make love if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` side by side hebdomad, we 'll make believe sure she 's dainty and clean for next calendar week. ''