" What...what do you want?" croaked Claire."Well, Clarkie-girl, there's the thing," he laughed. "Pa Derek wants me to keep my existence secret from th...e world until he's ready to reveal it, until we can pull off the biggest score of all time. I'm not happy about that, but he is my Pa. Things are different for you. I've been secretly observing you and hating you for years. About the only thing I like about you is your costume, so I copied it using material from the blankets in the rocket that. The hesitation she had shown before was all gone and with my cock not at full size she could practically eat it all up. She gobbled up my cock with serious taste for it. I encouraged her to keep it going but being back to full hard size again she started having a bit more trouble and choked up every time she went deep on me. Changing it up by using her hand on me a bit, she looked at my now fully erect cock and seemed pleased with the progress she had made and decided it was time to move on. A. Remembering something from a fire safety day at school about how the smoke and hot air in a house stay higher while cool breathable air remains near the floor, I dropped to my hands and knees. I began crawling towards the master bedroom, giving myself another half-dozen cuts and scratches from the broken glass on the floor."Mr. Morrison! Mrs. Morrison!" I yelled, making my way through the smoke and haze. "Mr. Morrison! Mrs. Morrison! The garage is on fire! You need to get out!" Back here!" came. Once done, she looked at herself in the mirror. Except for her eyes and lips, no skin showed at all. Other than the silver of her collar and cuffs, she was totally black, a sheen from the light reflecting off of the leather exterior covering her. Once the eye coverings and the gag attachment were added to the hood, only the openings of her nostrils would give any clue as to what the person encased inside the leather looked like.She took the key and descended to the study once again. She knelt.