..what I wore. And Mistress Delilah never went naked around those who needed punishment. A minute later, I started getting dressed.Once I was finished..., I stood up in my high heeled boots, feeling a little wobbly...but only for a few seconds as my body seemed to know how to balance in them...even feel comfortable wearing them. Then I turned to the mirror, giving a cold smile to my reflection.I looked VERY hot in the tight black latex costume. It was very similar to the one that Mistress. However, we had never really been an item ourselves. Sure, we had gone on the odd night out that could have been considered a date, but for us those were just fun times with a good friend.Sharing an apartment for our third year in university had been Tonia’s idea. Both of us had bad experiences with roommates earlier in university. Tonia figured rooming with an old friend might go better. A few people cracked wise about us “shacking up” but we always responded with, “It’s strictly. I admired the view briefly before shutting the door and following after her into the great room.Watch I saw shocked me. Simah was scantily clad in only a red lacy thong and matching bra. Her clothes were strewn about the room. She stood when she saw Sarah and I enter the room. She was very thin, bordering on anorexic but somehow it worked for her. Her skin was a light brown and her eyes portrayed her Persian decent and her lips were pouty. A strange rush coursed through my body making me. As he reached his own climax, I could see Leanne desperately try to swallow it all, but her eyes told me she was losing the battle. And as she pulled back and took his cock out of her mouth, he continued to cum over her face and small white breasts. She was covered, the cum on her hair and face dripped down to add to cum already covering her chest. But she looked elated, and had in fact had come herself, like she had finally discovered the meaning of life or her place in the world. She.