They kept saying it was shiny when polished, as an example. Telling this to a girl that had no concept of light, was a bit pointless, it didn't help m...e at all to understand why kinky people loved it. To me, rubber was building material and tires, not quite erotic. That was until a friend of mine made me wear a pair of latex opera gloves for fun. It was instant addiction. It was SO different than what I expected. I had touched rubber before but wearing it was much more intense. I understood the. . you like that slut? Get a good wiff of my balls. That's it... inhale deeply. You can taste them soon. It goes well with the taste of my cock. You love both, don't you bitch?”She pulled her cock from his mouth suddenly, the loud pop betraying how passionately he'd been sucking her. A thick glaze of pre-cum trailed from her tip to his mouth. He sucked in much needed air, his lungs refilling as he gazed up at his well hung Dominatrix, her hands on her hips.“I asked you a question!”Bayonetta. I really enjoy fucking you.” I sincerely thanked her. She turned her head and kissed me.“I enjoyed it too.” She gave me a lovely smile.I melted and kissed her again. After resting for a while, we drank some water to make up the lost fluids.“Should we sleep or watch a movie?”, I asked her.“I am not sleepy yet. Let’s watch a movie”, she replied.I played an English movie. We watched but we slept on it. I was a little tired too. I was not superman after all and I had cummed twice. But I woke up. Morgan left for work and I got dressed with trembling hands and at 7pm I was waiting at the place I was told to be at, which was behind some shops on the edge of town in a dimly lit car park .It was then after sitting there for 10 minutes that there was a tap at my window and a oldish paki man was standing there, I let the window down and he said" you must be Jenny Morgan's Mum" yes I am " then you need to follow me " where are we going" you will soon find out, and he led me to some back stairs.