I never even had sex until after college and my dating life has always been pathetic. I've always had a bit of a tight rubber and latex fetish. As I b...ecame older, I began buying some pieces of latex and dressing like a submissive rubber boy, tight leggings and tops and rubber hoods. Movie villains dressed in tight leather outfits turned me on so much, I would cum from dreaming about submitting to evil and depraved women. I loved fantasizing about being the toy of a mistress dressed in head to. Suddenly Grey knew why women did that! Grey knew! Those fucking BITCHES! Why the hell weren’t they fucking 24/7 when they could have orgasms like this! What the fuck? Then finally Grey couldn’t take any more and he put his hand down just like women always did after having a good orgasm and tried to stop the old man from pushing that thing inside him any more. When it was out Grey was filled with a sensation of warm joy that left his whole body consumed by pleasure but he wasn’t filled with. I could see our contingency fund shrinking evenmore."Your mistress is back, by the way," Annie said. "They're ready foryou in Ingrid's office."* * *Twenty minutes later the Countess and her refurbished lady's maid wereagain sitting at the conference table in Ingrid's office with her andAnnie. A stranger had joined us."This is Mr Treacher, My Lady," said Ingrid. "Frank, this is LadyMarsham, Countess of Hadleigh, and Martha, her housekeeper."So we wouldn't be widening the circle of people. I went into the pur room and she had the shrit on and none of the buttons were done up. He was slipping his shirt over his head and doing up his belt while facing away from me. I looked at her and she buttoned a few buttons and grinned. I said we never did agree on a wage. He turned around and said he would work for whatever we felt was fair. I told him it depended on how good a job he was gonna do on helping my wife out and she had his hand in hers again. I grinned as i looked down and said.