" I walked over to the edge of the bed. The energy rushing through my body felt like electricity. I took hold of her behind her knees and moved her a ...little closer to the edge. She was almost weightless due to my strength. The bed was high so I didn't need to stoop much to line my cock up at her entrance. I placed the head up against the warmth of her lips. I couldn't see how she would be able to take me inside her. I spread her legs a little more as she reach between her legs and took hold of. Probably involve Andrew, too." Very well. I'll see what we can set up. Is there anything else?" Sir, if I could see you for a few moments?" Sam Howe asked."Certainly, Sam. Everyone else, let's get on with the schedule. Let Sandy know she can get off, will you?"They left and Sam sat, fidgeting in his chair."Well, out with it, Sam. You should know me well enough by now that I'm not going to jump down your throat." Sir, its..." he stopped, looked at his lap, then looked up. "I may have to resign.". It will appear that you are a true rubber dolly.”“The fluids being pumped into your breasts will enlarge them to a more rounded, firm state, and make them point outwards like torpedoes,” he laughed.“You will also notice that while compressed in the iron maiden, your waist was constricted and now is five inches smaller.”This pleased her greatly...full encasement, severe corseting, and latex clothing were major fetish sources of sexual tension for her.She was starting to feel strange sensations. I smile as I do so, because it’s so weird. Being formal when she’s topless and I’m nude. “How ya going?” she says with a warm but distinctly Australian twang. She’s got one of those cracked surfer-chick voices, sounds like someone who’s spent too much time singing along at rock concerts. But her deep, golden-brown tan – only a little lighter in tone than Latifa’s, but clearly not something she was born with - makes sense to me now. She’s clearly spent half her life on some Aussie beach, and.