A latex girl thing
“Do not ask me to remove my ‘skin’.” The woman gestured toward her very cool looking latex hood and the rest of her latex body. “You may do what you like. Whip me. Beat me. Burn me. Piss on me. Tie me up for five minutes or five days. But at the very least I want to milk your cock with my pussy, or my ass, or my mouth, or in any combination in my fetish of choosing. Agree, and I will be your willing submissive, your obedient slave, or your reluctant victim.”
Rusty turned to the bartender and strained out, “Gin.” He looked at her and said, “I agree, Miss…”
She only smiled and said, “Call me what you like, Master, but I don’t drink alcohol. It is no disrespect to you; I want a clear head, in order to fully enjoy the experience of you fucking me up.”
“Then gin for me,” said Rusty with an excited voice. He looked back at her and couldn’t help to laugh shyly. She seemed to glow at him; she was really turned on. He said just to keep the vibe going. “Well, I’m not too much into verbal humiliation. I mean, I sputter ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ without realizing it. What am I going to call you?”
