"Ay, there's the rub," says Hamlet in his famous soliloquy, although I don't suppose he meant the sort of rub that Elise Graves and I give to this latex-clad slavegirl in my Hanwell medical clinic. Our 'rub' involves a great deep of rubber-shine oil and some rather intimate caresses to her most tender areas before we really start layering on the latex. Strapped to the bench, with no chance of escape, this young lady cannot defend herself against our finger-fucking on her pussy: but then... why would she want to escape anyway?