At the start

*click*

Abby slid the lock shut and set her stuff down. She climbed up on the bench and checked the ceiling. Perfect, the tiles moved. She could ditch these ratty old clothes up in the ceiling and not care a lick. She got back down to the floor and stripped her clothes off and piled them on the bench. First, the suit.

Abby rubbed a generous amount of lube on her legs and lower body before stepping into the feet. She slid right in, fitting perfectly into the individual toes of the feet. Snug, but comfy. She worked the legs of the suit up her own, taking in the feeling of cool latex as she went. She had to stifle a moan as the cool material stretched over her pussy, the open crotch framing her mound like it were a royal display. Abby stopped to take a picture for Evan. Her breathing was labored as she worked her arms into the sleeves, relishing the glide along the slick material. She had to bend a certain way to get her boobs into the molded cups of the suit, but when she leaned back, she was in heaven as her bust was cooled and compressed by the tightness of the surprisingly supportive suit. Her bust was lifted like she was wearing a custom bra. A cool breeze made her gasp and look down to see that her nipples were poking out of tiny cutouts in the cups. She moaned lightly as she reached up to pinch and roll her stiff peaks. After a tweak or two, she shook her head and got back to business.

The hood was still dangling empty in between her boobs. Abby smoothed her hair down and guided the hood up to and over her head. All sound muffled slightly. Her sight was cut off until she found the eye holes. Her hot breaths were loud in her ears as she reached for the zipper and pulled down her neck and to the small of her back.

*rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreek*

Sealed in. It was a divine feeling, somewhere between fetish queen and royal sex slave. Abby took a moment to feel her latex curves and take it all in. The smoothness of her arms. The squeak as she rubbed her hands all over. The shine and jiggle of her thighs as she squeezed oh so gently. The slight, mesmeric wobble of her boobs. The near-perfect anonymity of the hood as she stared out of holes that narrowly framed her eyes in her reflection. She was just about to plunge two fingers into her pussy and masturbate before she scolded herself and turned her mind to the lovely toys.