All Callie could see was wall-to-wall black latex. The smell was almost overpowering.Beth rummaged around in there and came out with a few items."Ok,"... said Beth, "now we'll fit them on. We'll need to talc them and you a bit as we do it, so don't be worried."It was fine at first. The latex garter belt, then the latex stockings and the latex gloves that covered most of her arms. She became more perturbed when they fitted the latex bra. It was all right when they put it on - until Beth started. Mr. Giovanni began lecturing us on sex crimes.I raised my hand for permission to speak. When granted, I asked the obvious."Mr. Giovanni, how were the rape figures determined?" I asked. "Representative sampling? Crime reports? Surveys? I don't have a lot of confidence in those numbers. Where did they come from? You had me read Kinsey's books and I thought his figures on male homosexuality were excessive." Why did you think that, Cadet Thistle?" Mr. Giovanni asked."Because homosexuality is still. We were now well-off, and there were always young, attractive women gunning for guys with money. She was afraid that eventually I would find one that was more attractive and/or better able to satisfy me (as if that were even possible) and that I would leave her for the younger woman. It never occurred to me that she might have fears that paralleled my own. I took off the glasses and Julie turned on her headset. She did what I had just done, giving me back the card I had just given her. ‘I. “Lets swap pants. You wear mine, and I wear yours!” with a wicked smile she did not wait for an answer but stepped into my pants. With a nod, she urged me. “Hurry up. Someone might be waiting!” I had never worn another women’s used pants, but the thought made me hot and I pulled them up. It was quite narrow in the lavatory, but with giggles and shoves we managed to straighten our attire and after a last hot kiss, first she and then I stepped out of the lavatory. Nobody was waiting, but when I.