She felt wobbly, as if her torso itself were made of rubber.She felt wobbly, as if her torso itself were made of rubber. Soon she felt the heavy suit being stripped away, and then to her delight, hands massaging her breasts through the thin latex of her inner suit. Damn, that feels good! she thought. She couldn't stand it any longer- she had to have him. She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no longer caring what he did to her, or how desperate she looked, only wanting to be satisfied. Alas, it was not to be. |