<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey's heart would skip a beat as she felt a warm slippery slime covered tentacle wrap around her arm, gently stroking it and coating the black latex glove with slime. She knew what that meant, there was no uncertainty here, and she knew that this is something she was not allowed to say no to. She looked hesitantly around the room, looking to see if other Ectoplasts were sliming other witches, as if somehow this would give her some sort of comfort in knowing that she was just one of many latex clad witches being taken.<br/><br/>With a shy hesitant tone, she said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Um... yes, of course. Although, you'll have to lead the way since I really don't know my way around"</span>Abbey's arousal was still growing now that even more slime had been slathered over her tight latex catsuit. She felt a strange chill run up her spine as she imagined for a moment what would happen to someone not protected by latex.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33413" data-username="@bodman54" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33413/">@bodman54</a>