..."WHOAAA!" said Jon as he collapsed twitching back onto the bed, legs kicking and chains rattling. The ballgown was straight (if that was the right word to use in the circumstances) out of Cinderella with a latex twist, all black with dark red accents; even the petticoats were shiny latex, Karyn noted. But why was Jon's girlish face all red?
"Jon," began Karen, "why are you looking so flushed?"
"It must be this corset," Jon lied, "it makes it very hard to breathe."
Jon's minute of imobility had ended, and he was beginning to struggle back to a vertical position. As he twisted and strained against his latex restraints, Karen pondered the situation. She was sure that Jon was trying to hide something from her.
And that was exactly the case. Jon was secretly terrified that Karen would find out about his kiky fetish for her and do something drastic with the rock. He only had about 3 minutes left in the rubber bondage gown, so all he had to do was keep busy and make sure Karen didn't ask any more awkward questions.
"Jon, I wish you'd tell me what it is you're trying to hide, "Karen wished.
