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madly in the suit, straining to push into the fingers stroking her.   The man’s hand abandoned her sex and she willed her fingers to move, to slide the mere fraction of an inch that would allow her to play with her clit.
    The man straightened and smiled, and Claudine gasped when she realized his fingers were brushing the sides of her mask.   Though her pussy still leaked and begged for release, her thoughts flew to his touch.   He pulled off the flap blocking her nose, and the first thing she smelled was her own arousal on his fingers.
    Next, the earflaps were removed, and she sobbed in gratitude for the silence.   When his fingers approached her eyes, she trembled inside the suit.   Tombstone noted the slight quivering, but she could not change position.   The eye patches came off, and Claudine stared at the exotic rubber sculpture in the mirror.
    The rubber suit was black, with slashes of brown and gold that matched her eyes and hair.   The tresses bursting from the top of her rubber mask were wavy and splayed in a circle.   Her eyes blinked in wary surprise, and she saw her tongue roaming around her open mouth.   The lewd position humiliated her, but there was no way to move her fingers to close her pink folds from view.
    Tombstone watched the surprise turn to horror, edged with a tinge of fascination.   He stood behind his human mannequin, his ultimate sculpture, and fingered her to climax while he fucked her ass.   She shrieked in indignation until her orgasm hit, and her eyes met his in the mirror when she felt his sticky cum erupt inside of her.   Tombstone saw the slight smile and consuming desire in them.
    The next morning Tombstone called Strickland.   It was November 3 rd and she would be ready on schedule, just as Tombstone had guaranteed.   He stiff-walked her to a chair, sensing her resistance inside the suit.   Pushing her to her knees, he centered his cock on her mouth and passed through the opening.   He pushed deeper, until he hit the small tube of her throat.   “Breath through your nose and get that tongue moving,” he ordered.
    He felt the vibration of her sob and continued to push deeper, deep down her throat, feeling the vibrations of her protests muffled by his shaft.   Gripping her hair, he pulled and pushed, in and out, ignoring her gagging as he embedded himself, plunging down her throat for half an hour.
    Claudine’s throat was sore, and she began licking and sliding her tongue along the soft warm surface of his cock.   She wanted him to cum and get the act over with, and it still took a long time.   Finally, she tasted the thicker spend of his sperm hit her throat, and she moaned in relief.   He left her kneeling and walked away with his phone.   Claudine felt the tickle of her juice until it rolled over the edge of her pants, and she clenched her muscles and wished she could turn her head to see him.   She longed for him to bend her over the chair and stick his hot shaft into her clasping pussy.
    Tombstone placed a call to a woman.   If he had friends, they were the women and man running his club.   He had gathered as many of his former Room Five enchantresses as he could find.   Teresa and Sabrina watched over things, with three more who had been kicked from the club and had as much a reason to despise younger fare as he had.   Now, the Fives would never have one foot in the ally, and they lived the life of luxury that Tombstone afforded them.
    Jude, though older, was still a commanding presence.   At Tombstone’s private club he was no longer a bouncer.   The specialty club was for his wealthy members only, but Jude was strong enough to both gather the mannequins to be displayed and to arrange them.   Apparently, even he had been kicked to the ally when Stevie replaced him with somebody younger.
    Shortly after that, Tombstone had heard that Stevie had both feet firmly planted in the permanent ally… with only a brass plaque marking his grave.   Some