Female Inflation

He led Torrie around the house on a leash. It gave him that great sense of power for which he craved. The leash was short and permitted only little liberty in movement. Torrie moved around on her hands and knees seemingly feeling no discomfort. The attractive blonde wore a dark black latex suit that barely covered her behind. It was long-sleeved, though, and gave her a panther-like look when viewed from the front. The two reached the large oak doors, which they passed through as moved on over the stone floor towards the laboratory of the mansion.

How Elisha entertained her guests, and how Gabriel wound up naked on the couch.

She walked up the stairs into the lodge after a long day in the snow. She was tired but felt great after being in the sun and snow. Her snowsuit was new and fit her nicely. "Is this seat taken?" she asked pointing to a bar stool. A man turned around, smiled and told her no. She recognized him from earlier in the day. She noticed that he worked at the lodge. "You work here, don't you?" she asked. "Yes, sort of." He replied. "Actually, I own the resort." "You own the resort? Wow. I love coming to this place. I've been coming to Fantasy Mountain for years."

A pair of young lovers learns why you really, really, really should read the directions. Oh, and don't trust anything you buy over the internet.