She leaned back against the couch and remembered back to a time when she was a fourteen-year-old freshman in high school. She was short and obese, her...mousy brown hair hung limply in greasy clumps against her forehead. She wore braces, and had a terrible case of acne. She had been dubbed as scary Carey but some of the more cruel kids in school. Sara’s only redeeming quality were her huge chocolate brown eyes. She was shy and kept to herself going through the mundane routine of high school when. He took a step toward the toweled area."Dur!" she cried. "Brush off all the sand you have on you before you get on the towel!"He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his lower thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Then he sat carefully on the towel, held up one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain of sand he could locate before allowing his feet to touch the material."Now am I decontaminated?" he asked with a smile, tossing the whisk broom down where he had found it."I hope. Sometimes I playedthe dom and had her on her knees before me, wearing a pvc catsuit and 4inleather boots. We went out clubbing a lot, bringing home a hot guy orcute girl to my apartment, or even two sometimes. My bed got a bigworkout at those times as we writhed around, our moans and cries filledthe room, as we touched and caressed silky smooth skin, moist pussies andthick, hard cocks.Most nights, I left certain windows uncovered as I had an audience onthose nights. I smiled at the thought of. But the head… The head was not of this world. It was huge shiny and bulbous. Black and featureless. Rotund and glistening.The strong but somehow comforting smell of rubber seemed to permeate the entireroom. There was something else too... Sheila was already moving around the box. Studying the creature from everyangle while he watched for signs of movement, or anything which might meandanger, but the creature seemed thankfully inert at the moment. Sheila waveda hand in front of her face to clear.