Next came the stockings - red with a seam up theback. I gathered the first one into a bunch and fit my toe inside,carefully pulling it up my thigh, m...king certain that the seam wasstraight. I then clipped the top to the six suspender clips danglingfrom the girdle. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking.Last came the pink slip. When it settled over my shoulders I got goosebumps from the lightweight, satiny nylon. My cock twitched, although itdidn't move much due to the. The room was small but enough that Vinayaki began to take note of the charts. Inside the room was a person that was busy studying a schematic and a piece of equipment similar to the energy drill gun from the adjacent room.This person was not like the other humans and Yuki in the den but of a different species altogether. The skin color it had was pink. It was an anthro pig but looked female from the protruding breasts. She wore pants and a shirt that flowed along with her blond hair. She had a. You want to stay on the team, right?’ ‘You know it, Coach,’ the young man quickly replied. ‘Then be at my place for dinner tonight at 6 sharp. Not no fucking 6:15 either. I eat at 6 and I expect you to be there on time. I’ve got you a tutor and you will improve your grades. On your own and by yourself, you’ll learn your math because my sister will be teaching you.’ ‘Coach, I don’t know what to say.’ ‘Say ‘Thank you, Coach’ and that’ll do it for me, Knothead.’ ‘Thank you, Coach,’ said the young. It was steaming, man.Our eyes met across the tables. Guys came to Frank's Bar to find other guys and hopefully get laid. He was a lager drinker, a good sign. I was on iced cider, the latest craze. He was coloured, probably Caribbean. This part of London had its share, especially on carnival day.When he went to get a refill at the bar, I went too. I'd timed it that way, pacing my drink with his. I stood next to him waiting my turn, listening to the rich inflection in his voice when he spoke to.