Jean was a few inches shorter than me but she had a lovely, well developed body. Her hips were full, her stomach flat, her breasts a little larger tha...n medium and her face was that of an angel. Her smile, surrounded as it was by her perfect white teeth and her almost platinum blonde hair, almost lit up the room. She had little hair on her mound but what was there was as blonde as she was.I thought Ginny was beautiful but Jean was her equal, just not in the same way. They were two different. Her family lived in central Mexico.Guadalupe made it clear that she'd be glad to move in with me and become my "woman". That sounded too much like marriage. No, thanks.When I was first exploring the idea of moving down here I made the acquaintance of an expatriate Brit by the name of Colin. We're about the same age. Colin took me under his wing and educated me regarding Mexican law and dealing with the local bureaucracy. He also helped me find a decent and affordable place to live.Once I got. He is sitting, watching my slender, shiny, white latex-clad figure teeteraround the house in those torturous, sexy ballet boots, bringing theitems to the laundry room and placing them in the large basket, whichsounds much easier than it really is. Ballet heels, corset and theposture collar means that I have to kneel to pick up every thing,straining against the thick, tight latex, moaning from the pressure of myoverly inflated penis dildo inside my ass into the overly inflated penisgag in my. I ran my hand across the latex, and over her belly stopping just below her left tit. I had designed the suit, with open black elastic rings over each nipple while the rest of her tits where tightly bound in the red latex. The effect was even better than I had hoped for. While the bulk of her heavy breasts were shaped and contorted by the red latex, Eleanor's pale pink nipples jutted lewdly out of the suit, bulging as if begging to be tortured."I thoroughly enjoyed stuffing you into the body.