My hand brushed his cockhead when I pulled down his waistband - he gasped a bit, as he'd indicated only women had ever touched his cock. I reached up ...to his face, and softly stroked his cheek with my hand. My hands are very soft and smooth, as I've always taken very good care of them. I then reached down - pulled his hand from his cock - and took over the stroking, while I pumped my hard-on with my other hand. Fred gulped and gasped like he couldn't breathe. I now was focused solely on his. Things, for a time, were good for the girls. Good, yet not withouttheir own stint of tribulation. The few more recent months had beensomething of a low point for the club. Interesting though the discourseamongst invariably girls was, though the novels they read kept them fairlyentertained in the duller hours of their everyday lives, the ladiescouldn't help but feel the faint approach of boredom creep closer andcloser upon them with each gathering. No amount of intriguing literaturecould. ..My posture is perfect - heavy, long, thick and stiff rubber corset ismaking sure of that, holding my entire torso from the armpits to thehips in its tight, unyielding, python-like grip, shaping my body intoan hourglass figure and constraining my breathing and movements to thepoint of utter helplessness. The wide collar allows just enough headmovement to use the mirrors - with some effort.I am pressing on the gas pedal with the pointed toe of my stiff, knee-high heelless rubber ballet boots,. But since I was alone I figured I'd give it ago. And I made my way to the pool and without evening thinking I divedright in.The pool was warm and it felt good to swim to do something other thenlooking at myself naked or pleasuring myself. I took a few laps just tostretch the muscles out and then after that I turned on my back and Ifloated looking up at the skyline ceiling and watching the sunlight andthe clouds go by. I wondered if it was cold out or warm outside. Was theworld still moving or.