..Different She was taller than most of the girls I banged, at least 5'7 and had dark hair and features, maybe some Italian in her. She wasn't ugly or...fat, but she wasn't skinny or beautiful either. How can I put this.... She was.... great at 10 feet. Not fat or plump, just husky, and had an odd voice. Almost a Fran Drescher nasle voice with out the long Island accent. She had some large B cups, or small C cup tits, and long slender hands. I will always remember her long fingers. Anyway She. I understandyou have a three week vacation; well your vacation has just ended. You aregoing to come with me. I have a large place out of town, and I can afford myprivacy, and this allows me to live out fantasies that others don't have theopportunity to do. And I have decided now that you will become part of them,in fact the centrepiece. I love latex rubber and that is all you will feel,smell, touch or taste from now on. I see from your hard-on that although youare frightened you are also. Brutal, man-hating, front page, firebomb ideas. Thy hadn’t been enough. She was another fucking little girl. Another fucking blonde. Another fucking pinup wet dream for the stuttering lifeless dishwasher I had found myself enslaved to. The good news was men run out of steam and this girl was firing Matthew’s engines into the red.“That little bitch,” Whispered the other black girl in awe. Matthew’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights. I turned, I remembered when girls here worn name tags. That’s. It seemed the streaming service decided that if I liked Dido, I also liked some boy band. Wrong. I told it so with a thumbs down and it moved on to a pretty piano intro for a song called ‘Foolish Games.’ I wasn’t sure, but it had to be better than the boy band. I went back to work as dark glass filled my mind. The words to the song felt like they were ripped from the singer’s soul. I had to stop every once in awhile to take a breath. I had missed a lot by isolating my music tastes to the.