<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Frsutration on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/frsutration/</link><description>Recent content in Frsutration on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/frsutration/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Out and About in Latex</title><link>/stories/2018/05/02/out-and-about-in-latex/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/02/out-and-about-in-latex/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lynn was walking through the mall occasionally stopping in different stores, ones with few people in them and sales people behind counters, the reason for being so choosy about which stores to go into was because she didn’t want anyone to get too close to her. The layers of latex Lynn was wearing under her clothes creaked loudly, to her, and coupled with the strong rubber smell she was afraid someone would notice that under her long sleeved turtle neck sweater and form fitting knit skirt she had on two layers of thick latex. The first catsuit always got her aroused driving her to step into the next one but over the years Lynn had learned to stop at two when she planned to go out finding the restriction of three or more suits too much to bear for any real outside adventures. Lynn had found out that they always forced her to cut short her trips ruining the feeling of being in public in her latex. Now she stands staring in the window of a small shop letting the slow hum of her vibrator tickle her wet pussy making her smile as she felt a trickle of sweat run down her back under the tight rubber.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>