A latex girl thing

He took another drink and swallowed the contents hard. “If punishment is what you’re looking for, Slave, just keep doing what you are doing.”

“I know you will, Master,” she said with sincere gratefulness, with hope in her dark eyes. “Punish me. Use me. Fuck me. Severely.”

That made Rusty’s dick squirt a little.Slave got as close as she could get without touching him further, seemingly intoxicated by him all the sudden. He set his glass down and said, “I hope your place is close.”

“It is, Master,” she said with an upside down frown. “You will find, like me, it will be to your liking.”

Indeed she was right; there walk from the club to her place was short, and her apartment was…well….

It took Rusty a moment to recall the journey to Slave’s apartment once he was inside of it. The building they entered was the typical five-story, red brick, half-block apartment building. Before and after the elevator ride, even at this late hour, they ran into no one or passed no other signs of life. It was all well-kept and very quiet, as if no one else lived in the building. More curious was that Slave only had to unlock one lock on her door; three deadbolts were the minimum in the fair city they lived in.