The Latex Mistresses Claim You

The air is thick with the scent of rubber and perfume. Before you stand Marla and Tia, both in their mid-40s, their curves hugged tightly by gleaming latex. Marla, with her dark curls and full lips, smiles as she slowly pulls on a glove. *Snap*. Tia, blonde with a hint of dominance in her eyes, runs her hands over her hips and whispers, "Today, we belong to each other, darling. And you… you belong to *us*."