It was only a second of hesitation but it was enough, he had made it clear to both of them that he expected them to clean anything he wanted. Hell, he...had had them clean the floor after a party using only their tongues often enough.He had Cassandra kneeling on the floor wearing heavy latex. Cassandra hated being still like that which is why it was her punishment. Amy actually loved being used like a doll, but wouldn’t ever be able to stay still long enough from the excitement. Cassandra was. I reached down and felt for her clit, I found it, fully engorged with her hot blood, standing at full mast begging for attention, which I gladly gave it. Lovingly pinching it between my fingers as her orgasm began. She wrapped her arms around me hugging me tight, as she thrashed her hips against me. I pushed up with my arms outstretched so I could watch as my cock slid in her beautiful hairy black pussy, her thick pussy lips clinging to my cock as I pulled it out before ramming it back. I loved. Huge. Such that would put Dolly Parton to shame. They were pushing against a clear latex blouse that ended with a black latex collar. Inside, where the breasts weren't pushing, it looked almost milky. The nipples pushing so pointedly looked cross-stitched with nipple rings. Too many to count.Ms Yellow laughed, "Why are you bad, latexsissy?" Becauth i want to come! Stho badly. May i may i, pweath, mithtreth yellow?"John Phillips eyes were drawn. He noticed that the breasts were slightly. "Who was she to fuckin' talk?" he thought. "She's up to 'er eyeballs most of the time. I might even drop 'er in it. Serve 'er fuckin' right. Bitch!"He was left to stew in his own juices all of Sunday which damped him down quite a lot. The police and those who brought him his meals were polite but showed no inclination to talk to him. He became rather lonely and self-pitiful; not that that produced any real change in his outward attitude, which remained surly and aggressive.Monday brought a new.