She noticed us as we walked in and smiled at me. I looked at my Master and I knew he noticed them too.“Don’t worry my little slut,” he whispered...into my ear as he led me down to a quiet area. “You are much prettier than them.” I smiled and thanked him with a quiet purr. He always knew exactly what I needed.We stopped when we got to a darker part of the library. I looked around confused because these were not books I would ever read. I turned to look at my Master but before I could say anything. I ran myhands up and down my legs to smooth the pantyhose out and they just feltamazing. I had gotten into the habit of shaving my legs from swimming inhigh school, so my legs were already smooth. My smooth nyloned legs,coupled with the pink panties, they could barely restrain my throbbingcock. I wanted more. I grabbed a loose black skirt and stepped into it,pulling it on and into place. The feeling of the bottom of the skirtagainst my nyloned thighs was a feeling I can barely describe. I. ]The chamber opened, and Serris stepped out clumsily. She was familiar with the grogginess and weakness, knowing already that her augmented sleep had gone too long.Her first thought after that realization was to wonder if proper cryogenics had hit the consumer market yet. Being frozen meant there was no risk of atrophy from sleeping too long. Still, she was glad her chamber was as advanced as it was. With the older model, she'd be frantically be trying to get undressed and into the waste room. . I-I'm not a slave ... not really ... but can you ... could you teach me some things?" I would be most happy to, Mistress." You would? I mean, you don't need to tell Roquan? You don't need his permission?" Slave trainers are occasionally called to teach a client about the finer points of sex, Mistress," Sirinna explained. "And they are generally done in confidence as you are requesting. So I do not need to inform Master Roquan."Evella let out a heartfelt, relieved sigh. "Thank you! I feel.