Whose domain do I end up in first?

The Latex Facilitator's

I found myself almost falling to my knees, desperately jerking off in a horny daze, a burning desire for pleasure and self-gratification exploding within me as I struggled to stay upright. Looking around, this section of the penthouse was now tinted pink, with shimmering walls of separating this domain from the adjacent ones. The screens that remained in this segment of the suite were all playing femdom porn, with the twist being that all the women on display were clad in sexy, latex bodysuits~! And at the decisive clack of a heel stepping on the floor, I snapped my head around to see the Latex Facilitator herself standing in front of what looked like a small army of similarly latex-clad beauties lined up behind her, at least thirty in total!

"Lucky me~ I've got you first!" The Latex Facilitator says with a wicked, predatory smile as I feel myself helplessly compelled to walk forward towards her, my eyes glued to he slender, latex-clad form, incapable of tearing my eyes away from the shiny black material! "I'm sure you're feeling it already, but just to get it out there, while you're in my domain, you'll have an uncontrollable lust towards any woman wearing latex... and that means-"

Before she could finish her sentence - and, in fact, exactly as she was expecting - I could no longer stop myself as I flung myself towards her, clinging onto her waist like a perverted monkey, desperately humping her latex-clad leg as a wild amount of precum leaked out of my cock, lubricating my shaft as I all but tried to make love to her boot!

And without my realizing it, I soon found the two of us surrounded by those thirty some-odd women, the squeaking noises of their rubbery bodies moving and bumping against each other ringing out into the world. A sound that I may have at some point found annoying or grating now sounded like an erotic orchestra to my ears.