"First, you try to outwit me in the cafeteria -- and that went over oh-so-well, didn't it? -- and now I catch you masturbating and about to cum withou... my permission. Looks like my little slave is angling for some punishment."Her hands were encountering resistance as Cindy tried to keep her legs from opening any farther. Tina glanced down at the offending knees, then up to Cindy's eyes and cocked an eyebrow. Cindy blushed an even deeper red."I'm, uh... kind of, well... sticky down there," she. Then I started sliding slowly in and out of her. She could not really move in this position, so I focused entirely on her. Filling her slowly then drawing myself out until the head was barely in and then sliding back slow and firm. My one hand held her smooth leg and slid up and down from her ass to her foot…the other hand reaching down and either stroking her neck are sliding over and pinching her fucking sexy nipples. All of a sudden she started yelling “Oh god, oh god, I can’t, I can’t…oh my. The whole idea of dressing up like some tart was degrading to women. So how was she suddenly so fixated upon it? Yet she did. She longed for it. She thought how the tight fitting latex would pull and pinch her, force her body into a more curvaceous and desirable form. Well she did desire it. She actually felt jealous and that astonished her. Had she undergone some personality change? The page lay open unread before her unseeing eyes. Her thoughts locked on to the smallest detail of the latex. She wanted to see someone cum inside her. I agreed. A few weeks went by and I didn’t push the matter, it was a Friday night, and although Claire and I were now living together, she went out with her friends on a Friday, and that usually ended up with her getting off with another woman. I could tell because if we ever had sex when she came home, her pussy was already well used. When she got home, she looked a little sheepish, and she told me that she had brought Amy home, they were going.