... what a woman! And did you see her outfit? That latex hobble skirt is so thick she can barely walk, and those boots- wow! Listen man, don't be a fool- you pass this up, you may never see her again. Apparently, his balls were winning the argument, because he threw open another closet, revealing his treasure of rubber garments, some hanging over wide, padded hangers, some folded in neat piles on shelves. All of it had been lovingly polished until it gleamed like patent leather. He also opened several drawers to retrieve bondage gear, some unusually restrictive clothes, and several corsets. All of it was dumped unceremoniously into the huge trunk. On the top of this pile he tossed several containers of talc, with which to powder the latex. He paused at the bar for a shot of dutch courage, then thought better of it. "Damn! I'm driving," he muttered. Having wrestled the heavy trunk and his overnighter to the head of the sidewalk steps, he paused to catch his breath. Looking down to the car, he saw Mandy in the back seat with the other young woman. She appeared to be doing something under the other's skirt. "Well, get used to it, chum," Jason told himself, and huffed slowly down the stairs. He got the trunk loaded, and as he got into the drivers seat, he noticed an audible panting coming from the back seat. When he looked in the rear-view mirror, ` Maid Marion's ' expression hadn't changed a bit, although he saw that her eyes were wide, as if she had been startled or excited by something, and was trying to hide it. |