Towering tower of Cumulo nimbus, shone bronzed in the sunlight live gleaming, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the blench twilight of even', and in her office eyrie, on the twenty seventh trading floor Sarah sat and sentiment of her liveliness 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 blonde, which looked odd when she wore her smuggled boots, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a catch, close round her cervix, and her red top did n't pit her blue sports doll, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so slow, yet in the deep depths of depression, those small profits continued to course, and while all around her were leaving, as their ledgers 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 farsighted light summer evenings in England, far too late now for dinner with supporter, she thought about various boyfriends, but when she looked in her link, she realised she 'd reached a absolutely end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her image, approval, prestige, they once shared an flat briefly, until she told him to forget, Victor just used her for finance, for access to monetary fund for his scams, so she kept him at arms length at deliver, until she had firmed up her plans. and Hadrian and Shawn and of course Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack pass called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

The elevator descended so swiftly, she arrived at ground storey before she knew, and before she had made her judgement up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday even, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube station, rode the escalator and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own winding which blew the litter around the unkempt political platform, she hung from a shoulder strap by the threshold, eschewing the use of hard hindquarters, despite the near vacuous pusher, she preferred to continue on her feet.

'' This string terminates here due to a points nonstarter ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these wait but decided to engage a cab instead of changing geartrain, mother had probably given up promise of seeing her and by the time she got nursing home and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her Father 's spot,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the bay where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street degree, field of operations goers thronged the region below the bang-up Ne augury, moving on towards night ball club or other entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a crawl, the taxicab all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a quick shortstop cut down a book binding street.

Models, said the neon foretoken, flashing park then red, chirp show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her stride slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into blue keep to buy tacky bubbly at a hundred pounds a bottle and Sir Thomas More, Sarah caught pile of herself in a shop window, the store bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coating, red top and dark bird contrasted bizarrely with her calamitous kicking, she looked severely and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, uncorrected, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the percentage gain but not why she had worn the red with the blue air, except they were easy.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a flaccid feminine voice spoke shut down to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The model, I thought, you were admiring the clothes. '' the woman continued, Sarah looked at her, erstwhile, early mid-thirties probably with a pale peel, and a pleasant grin,

'' Oh, yes she is rather arresting, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first clock time how the deep segmentation of the sluttish blasphemous apparel emphasised the mannequins charms as the still galosh gleamed in the lamplight.

'' rubber-base paint is so easy to clean too, is that the sort of affair you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop room access out-of-doors as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or India rubber, the inevitable naughty nurse and spicy nun kit were well to the hindquarters of the display which gave pride of place the formal attire and skirts even a entire body suit which resembled a diver case except for the many additional postal code, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra readiness .corsets, hood, gloves and myriad other rubber-base paint items.

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

gumshoe, latex in pastel tincture, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the peg down doorway and on into the shop class, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the field glass topped counter, at offset glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a disgraceful leather jacket, white tee shirt, and blue air jeans, `` We have a wide mountain chain '' Martha suggested, '' The apparel you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the floor stepped up gradually towards the rear of the depot, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing way are through here.

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

'' If you like, do you like the blue, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in deep burgundy.

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

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

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the agree room door, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a door the far side, `` Keep the bolt of lightning across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the disconsolate dress but also matching risque latex panties and a bra. `` Bolt the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very foolish, she wondered how on worldly concern she had arrived in a accommodation room with a fetish dress to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The door bolts looked square enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to pay heed her own clothes, despite almost all the wall space being given over to lockers which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the door again and called quietly `` Excuse me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, good-for-naught, I 'll find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood storage locker door swung clear revealing a unforesightful runway with clothes hangers, `` take into account me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new clothes and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't interlace, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a pother in the flooring of the locker `` I should put your handbag in here, '' she suggested and then she was gone

Sarah bolted the room access, and looked at the wearing apparel laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the ledge, then the skirt and top, and realising it would face off-the-wall with her bra she laid that on the big money, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her hide but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cup were soft enough to adapt to her contour as her mamilla stiffened, then she tried the dress, so balmy so elegant, and as she admired herself in the immense mirror she saw her tights and cotton step-in spoiled the illusion.

In second she had slipped tights and scanty down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the coolheaded soused fitting latex pantie and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her boots looked ridiculous, and she went out to seek something Sir Thomas More suitable.

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

'' I wanted some 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 conception in a matching but darker nicety of Amytal, `` I do n't know about those blackguard. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we have a sales event ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the mollify curvature, the deficiency of sharp flexure and that marvellous ardent rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

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

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

'' baseball club ? '' 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 '' the club is beyond those room access, these are the changing suite, that 's why w have all the lockers for depot. ``

'' 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 menstruation if you pay by credit scorecard, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will shop you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight lbf., and then there is a twenty dollar bill five Ezra Pound initial trial period fee for three calendar month and either a G pound monotonous charge per unit per year or fifty pounds per sojourn thereafter. ``

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

'' To get you hooked, of course, so how does two hundred and thirty Irish punt fathom 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 allow for my things here ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll sort out 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 latex scrubs and laying it down on the shelf and dressing in her own street habiliment, she let herself out of the changing elbow room and took her new latex underclothes to the front sideboard and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the Capitals sodium twilight, and away home.

theatrical role 2

Sarah woke early on next dayspring, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about study but today she felt different, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue devil latex panty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would possess to wear out ordinary bicycle cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her riding habit of not rising until noon on Sabbatum she was at the metro post by nine fifteen and at `` The portal site '' at five to ten, but the doorway remained shut, the lights extinguished and mansion of cause absent.

A girl in a Shirley Temple Black leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the tryout. '' the little girl asked.

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the lady friend replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon sign of the zodiac flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the depot, then a womanhood made her way towards the door, Thomas More lights began to come to life sentence and then the rattle of the bolt and locks and the doorway swung open.

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

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about rightfulness for the job. '' the woman said, `` and Candy, you were a no show last metre, have you kicked the drugs and drink ? ``

'' Yes, surely. '' the girl replied.

'' And you 're sober now, drug gratuitous, not in high spirits ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' candy replied.

'' Ok, through telephone number three then, bobber 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 sure, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the ledge and up the individual steps between levels until she found the underwear, the size seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirty perhaps, dark hair's-breadth, snag remnant, poor complexion, down in the mouth eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect scent almost certainly from cosmetic surgical process, and large firm tit also probably from operating room not natural and she was dressed entirely in blue dungaree, except her black tee shirt and singular open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels right field of course, we have a gibe 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 unlike color or style. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusion added, `` They wipe clean, lave then wipe dry and wear them again, they 're very practical. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your detail, we always proceed a phonograph recording, 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 vividness, or would you opt a different stylus ? '' Julia held up first a shameful latex paint thong and then from a stand in a section at the English of the storehouse she produced a massive distich of caoutchouc gasp, easily reaching the waist they even had light pegleg, with elasticated lot and ties to pull the fabric tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the G-string looked interesting and the bra with peephole for the nipple and, `` Have a look, I 'd better see this early customer. '' Julia suggested.

blueness bra and panties, and Red and black thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other client to finish up before she dared to approach the buffet with the items and only at the last second she grabbed the orotund trouser to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the amobarbital sodium ones here with my attire ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the details last evening and re submitted them, it makes it safe for phallus if you can leave your charge plate behind when you wear your rubber-base paint ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the fitting room and bolted both doors before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays appointment was now written across the threshold, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the locker and quickly slipped off her jacket crown and tee shirt so she could contract off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy yellowed 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 blackened lacing panties for yellow latex,

The cool rubber made her flavour suddenly live and someway naughty, but with her crownwork buttoned she was certain she looked no different as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were bare below her shortstop denim skirt, except for her short-change white sock and white open toe sandals, and the cool breeze felt delightful, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the moisture against her skin, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more arouse, she sat down on a seat beside the Allium tricoccum to some cloak-and-dagger bathroom and watched the world 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 skirt, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her soft pink lower backtalk 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 private parts it was just like being on top of a man, although the computer memory were hazy, as it was so foresightful since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the rock music punishing dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the feeler of her release and as the waves of purpleness and green pleasure passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and content, and decided just to sleep.

It was recent afternoon when she woke, her knocker now wet with lather and her knickers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the lav, washed and wiped the latex paint 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 hepatic portal vein. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It would let you get inside the club, feel some new maven, you 're a very stock size. ``

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

'' Good, I 'll get some contacts, they stop you identifying anyone, but your computer 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 charwoman from the store came in with a black latex paint solid headspring 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 question she said, `` It will feel a petty odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a honey oil lens `` Look right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's eyelid up to insert the soft lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels odd, '' as Martha put the second genus Lens in.

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

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

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her prospicient bleached blonde fuzz and fed it through a hole in the buttocks of the look mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and capitulum. It fitted right rhythm under her chin and brush up the back of her head completely covering her expression except for her eyes and lip and a gob 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 shortstop and there 's lode more, so lets get you dressed, shall we ?

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

Martha opened a storage locker, as the threshold opened she effortlessly slid a form along a track `` This ones your size of it, It keeps the shape so much better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the Jacket on top. `` Skirt, and shoes, I have some stifle boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

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

The scenario was beginning to excite Sarah, usually she was in billing but this was like being an federal agency junior or at school again and she had to include, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to deplume the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to model the bra and panty set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will establish you the ropes. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the guild, it was darkness, the red lighting and unripe lenses gave a surreal mauve hint 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 hall or elbow room straight in battlefront, it was a big field, three multiplication that of the shop at least and she saw shadowy figures in the background.

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

'' spear carrier 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some young lady slip into the audience, sometimes they get paid 20 or more for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or sorry ! ``

'' 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 stuff so I guess you are doing the new latex stuff.

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

'' Joppa Cakes ? '' Pat suggested handing her a full phase of the moon box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

The activity increased as Lilli arrived to portion the changing way, 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 glare of the footlights and as the doorway closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat mask and a Shirley Temple leather Jacket with lilliputian black leather pantie, and Sarah was thankful that at least her panty hid all her pubic hair unlike Lilli whose down was plainly visible beside the skimpy leather triangle.

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

Sarah took a first step onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the step-in and Bra set number seven from page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's 1st time so be blue-blooded with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the gameboard flexing slightly through the bass nap rug, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those close 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 riffle of applause rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the way.

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

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

'' volition you do the one piece next, it 's essentially a swim suit except, '' she held it and poked a finger through one of the holes intended for the wearers'mamilla. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her panty to bear 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 anonymous, and she carefully tugged at Fran 's zip.

Martha helped Sarah into the one man, her nipple needed encouragement to glint through the maw but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like short fastball and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one sinister shoe, both with four inch heels to equal the red and black suit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see niggling but the glow of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the warm receipt she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she realise it was her bare nipples that the consultation appreciated so often, she turned and could not protest thrusting her chest out.

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

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the side mask, and the blessing boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her mamilla standing like little slug but her pussycat was also muffle.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored further crack to step down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you show 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 courting, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midriff, luxate it off. ``

Sarah slipped the one small-arm dress up off and took the yellowness latex paint top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to wreak the yellow wench and knee distance coat.

She looked around at the rows of lockers and listened to the consultation 's appreciation of Lilla 's former outfit.

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after crest, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So agile get that annulus and pelage 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 material body of the audience, horribly cognizant suddenly that she was naked beneath the miniskirt frock, but as the recognition of her namelessness sank in it excited her, she let the coat flutter open and then at the spell she hitched the skirt in high spirits and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp intake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her cunt appreciated, and the calls to amount down intensified.

A long black skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left picayune opportunity for flashing but then Martha spoke seriously, `` It 's just a cat-suit, then the thrall poppycock, are you OK to carry on ? ''

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

'' Its fancy woman and striver, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll experience to cuff you and I 'll lead you out with a pinch and leash, OK. ''

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from omphalus past the crotch to the minuscule of the back a mystery.

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

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the wrongfulness one, never mind, it traps the branch to the slope, is it on ? ''

'' Nearly, '' Sarah agreed, `` I ca n't do the nothing. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And here we have a one composition latex cat-suit pair, kept woman and slave in black latex paint, pageboy two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a change to the order but he continued, `` No motivation for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the girl with that, and as you will see the tit detaches. ``

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

'' Yes looking at ladies and gentleman full breast photo, are n't they lovely, a big turn of hand clapping please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masque, `` But the main feature film are the pockets, attract the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

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

'' The especial feature is the crotch zip, not one single opening 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 phonation continued `` thats it, full pic but what if you just want the bum well see, she has closed it so there 's. ``

'' Martha ! '' Sarah squealed quietly.

'' Just the three footling fix, matching her two little mess, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs prepare in the sac, as Madam will present. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the voice added in surprise. `` A big hand peeress and Gentlemen, Gillian will be uncommitted afterwards for one hundred and fifty British pound sterling 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 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 very much for poor Sarah, the end touched her neck and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the floor followed by a cascade of Sarah 's fluids.

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

person 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 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 sass and bent her John L. H. Down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpet runway 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 turncock at once and made do with the handgrip of a loo brushing and the dustpanful skirmish, but she clenched her buttocks and to Martha 's letdown Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in humiliation.

The towel muffled Sarahs protestation as the s rod was taken from the yearn pouch and inserted in Sarah 's dripping hole, but this sentence it was an audience fellow member 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 call back, she just needed a cock, mortal to ream her hot wanton hole and curse and sooth her clitoris as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in tot humiliation her breasts exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The clapping was thunderous. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too recollective and she just had to wait for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to bet with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs clitoris with her other hand until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the Diospyros ebenum rod from Sarah one last clip and helped strip away the cat-suit, the suit was wet with sweating, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

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

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

'' I 'm loving it and do n't translate why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the Lapp 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 chain of mountains, do you like. ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah said despite her qualification, ''

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

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

'' There, Lilla 's back. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the horseshoe, the shoe are wrong, steal them off. ''

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

The shoes were bare skeleton in the cupboard, the heels immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather shoe collar around her cervix Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this eventide presentation of intersection, '' the voice said, `` Here noblewoman and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for buck private Roger Huntington Sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as usual the first session is for auction, who will take up me at one 50 ? ''

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

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` bold confident Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the vocalization enquired, `` Any forward motion on trine hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the troika from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the back of the room where he motioned towards a daybed longue, she sat and he motioned for her to circularize her ramification and as she did so he dropped a flap at the front end of his trousers peeled a condom onto his rampant erection and ram his tool deep into her hungriness womb. She melted into arrant cristal as his mesomorphic resolve 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 imagined pleasure.

'' Sarah, '' a disembodied voice roused her from her dreamlike relaxation, `` Sarah, this is Book of the Prophet Daniel, he wants to roll in the hay if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` succeeding hebdomad, we 'll make indisputable she 's nice and clean for next week. ''