”* * * * *It had been two hours since they arrived at the sorority house and Zack couldn't decide what he hated more, his bound state or the waiting... They had met up with Sasha just outside the large Victorian residence a few blocks from the university campus and Zack had been very grateful, if only for a moment, to be locked in latex from head to toe.He'd seen several students walking down the street that might have recognized him had he not been completely transformed into a curvy rubber. 'This bitch is seriously fucking talented, ' Ron thought, awash with pleasure. 'She's a serious knob-polisher.' "Better get up here," he directed, "I want to nut in your twat, not your mouth -- this time, anyway."Abigail climbed carefully into the chair and squatted over Ron's cock. It was wet with her spit, and she'd gotten wetter inside, so all was more or less in readiness as she rubbed his fat glans along her gash and seated it at her opening. Pressing down, she forced it through the ring. Her bare legs rubbed against the fabric of my pants and I saw spots of colour that had nothing to do with alcohol appear on her cheeks…a tinge of rouge colour on the pale, oval face framed by jet-black hair. She put her fingers on my forearm while we talked, then traced her lips slowly with a fingertip. We finished our drinks and I eyed her slowly and asked if I could drive her home. She smiled demurely and said ‘of course’. I touched the small of her back as we stood, and she stepped in closer. Could he be? No he couldn’t, the man was dead, at least that was Ethan said. He kept staring at me, expecting me to say something, but words were stuck in my throat. ‘Who are you?’ I managed to say. ‘I think you already know who I am, Emma’, he answered getting closer to me, I walked backwards but my back hit a wall and I couldn’t get anywhere. I didn’t want to get scared, but truth be told, this man gave me the creeps. ‘Emma, you must not be afraid of me, I mean no harm to you, quite the.