The Mask Of Mistress Eva.
Curious, I put the large leather briefcase on the kitchen table and open the lid. Inside there’s a dress made from bright red shiny latex. I lift it out gently and lay it out flat on the table. ‘What the…?’ I ask myself softly. I’ve not seen anything quite like this and I am very pleasantly surprised by just how smooth and soft latex feels. I find myself caressing it gently with my fingers. I’ve never been interested in the fetish scene, but the sight of this dress takes my breath away. The briefcase belonged to an old man called Cyril, who used to live next door but who died a month ago. For some unfathomable reason he left this briefcase to me in his will. I cannot figure out why. I really didn’t know him well. The first time I met him, I realised he was ill and from then on I decided to keep an eye on him. I called round and helped him out with a few things, just being neighbourly, that was all. I cannot understand why Cyril would want me to have thi...