Vinyl Vanity Part 3
PART 3 VINYL VANITY By TamarainRubber I knew I was, as the song goes, hopelessly addicted to love. The only two women who ever mattered to me were now both giggling as they made me try on outfit after outfit. I sighed as they argued about which of the leather and rubber dresses would be appropriate. The basics weren't the problem. My figure-shaping corset, attached to silk thigh-high stockings were fine, they agreed. So were my ankle boots, wig and rubber brassiere....