<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey would do her best to listen to Ernesto as he explained the goal of the student council, but it was difficult to focus as she continued to feel the effects of the slime that was covering parts of her tight shiny latex catsuited figure. Digging deep to keep composed, she would smile, nod and say<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Well, I'd be interested to show up and see what happens at that first meeting. I can't really make any sorts of long term commitments on the subject, but I think it would be good to get a feel for what happens at the student..."</span>and just then she would stop her sentence as she felt something warm and slippery brush up against her legs as Ernesto would rub up against her shiny black latex stockings (which currently sported 2 inch flat heels), leaving a copious coating of slime on her legs. Was HE asking her for consent as well, or was this just an accidental brush-up? Abbey's heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what to do next...<br/><br/>Abbey was glad she was in latex. She had grown fond of her suit, how it felt on her body and certainly how enticing it was when she was making out with Natalie, but she also felt protected, she felt safe. It was such a strange feeling, to feel both protected and vulnerable all at the same time.<br/><br/>And the added slime was just making Abbey's arousal grow as the warmth between her legs was growing. It was becoming difficult to act 'normal', to keep a straight face as her considered touching herself, just a little bit, but resisted the idea. The blush on her face would be highlighted by the white latex hood that encased her head.