" She told me."Woah, so my little s*s isn't the sweet little butter-wouldn't-melt virgin I left to go to uni then?" Ha, no, times have changed b*o, no... I'm more sweet little butter-wouldn't-melt slut!" She told me with a proud grin."So what else has changed then?" I asked."Well, this for one!" She said, pulling her top taught around her ample boobs.I could see the outline of her nipple, but didn't quite get what she was so proud of... "What, your boobs?" I asked."Well obviously, but I meant. He said “sorry but I can’t take it any long, get on your feet”. I got on my feet, my face was right at his crotch, he simply said “You know what you’ve to do”. I nodded my head and pulled down his zipper. Staring me in my face, was a white undies and a bulge, mixed with the smell of urine and sweat.With great courage, I pulled it down to see a jungle of grey hair and a tiny tool of 5.5 inch sticking out… I simply in one go took it in my mouth. I still remember the salty taste, but I kept. She seemed to enjoy it and I was definitely curious. I started thinking about it but, surprisingly, my boyfriend (who was extremely hobophobic) associated anal sex with homosexuality and wanted no part of it. I found myself more and more preoccupied with the thought of loosing my anal virginity. When I started working at the law firm, I worked long hours.... sometimes 10-12 hours a day, often on Saturdays too. I had no time for a relationship, no boyfriend but had a yearning to feel a. Christine wondered just how the girl would walk if unassisted. She also wondered how painful the poor girl’s toes must feel trapped in that pointed position. The rest of the girl’s costume shocked Christine, and she soon guessed that this girl must be the one known as Rubber – for obvious reasons. Where the boots finished at Rubber’s knee, her legs were clad in thick rubber tights that disappeared under a rubber skirt that barely covered the girl’s rubber clad buttocks. Above the skirt, the.