What does the Latex Facilitator do?

She begins to show me what's what

The Latex Facilitator smiles as she looks down at my debauched expression, my tongue hanging out as I panted like a dog, wanting nothing more than for than to feel good with her latex body!

"That's right. As long as she's wearing latex, you'll let any woman do anything she wants to you in here," the pink haired vixen said. I could only nod, for that was the truth she established within her domain. Then, the Facilitator nods at one of the women behind me, and I could hear her own latex heels clicking as she took as step forward towards me, and groped my ass with a rubbery, gloved hand before slipping one of her fingers into my rear entrance, going straight for my prostate!

This unfamiliar sensation caused me to buck my hips upwards, the sudden shock of it all instantly pushing me over the edge into a massive, screaming orgasm! A thick rope of seed bursting straight up and out of my cock, raining down up her shiny black outfit, a large portion of it landing all over her leg where it started dripping down into her boots.

As my ejaculation continued for far longer than it should have, I knew this too was the work of the Latex Facilitator, exercising her ability to finely control my orgasms to her liking - and it seems like she liked to make me cum quite hard as she reached down to grip my shaft with her latex-clad hand, aggressively pumping my shaft.

"That's it. You're a **** to the latex now. All you want to is paint our latex white with your cum..." she says, her words engraving themselves into my mind as indisputable fact, as each pump of her hand forces out yet another rope of semen!