He took all of Hermione’s other clean underwear and put them in the dirty basket, japanese under her other dirty clothes. A few minutes later, after testing out that his spells were working correctly, he left the girls dormitory, out the Gryffindor tower and headed back to the japan Ravenclaw tower, juices running down his leg. On the way it occurred to him to get a look at Ms. Davies body in front of a mirror, but that thought quickly passed. It wouldn’t be the same. He’d know that it was him and that would make it less enjoyable. Instead he went up to his dormitory, and spent the remaining time borrowing Ms. Davies body caressing her perfect breasts and masturbating. If he didn’t have fetish enough knowledge about her body before, he did now. Later that morning Harry sat down beside Hermione awaiting the start of Defence class. “Good morning.” Hermione said, massage quite chipper. “Not sitting with the conjoined couple?” “No, Ron’s kinda driving me mad.” Replied Harry, sounding tired. He hadn’t slept well. “Have you seen Ms. Davies yet?” “No, she must be in her office. Why?” “Can you tell me whats the best way to apologize to a woman?” Harry asked. “Oh, Harry. What did you do?” She asked sounding exasperated. “I-“ “Good morning class.” Ms. Davies voice called out as she descended the staircase leading to her office. “Good morning.” They all piped back, the boys voices ringing out particularly loud, as they all smiled at her. Ms. Davies began her lecture, and Harry was torn on how to act. Do I make steady eye contact? Do I look bashful and sorry for what I did? These thoughts echoed through his head, as he looked at her and then she looked at him. Prepared to see forgiveness, disapproval, and everything in between, he saw something else. As her eyes met his he suddenly had a flash across his mind and in that flash he saw Ms. Davies in red underwear glistening with sweat. In this flash the air felt hot, and a musky smell filled his nostrils. But the most disturbing thing that he felt was this sadistic desire. He was looking at Ms. Davies like a wild animal in heat. As quickly as it happened, the vision dissipated. Ms. Davies was no longer looking at him, asian and his eyes were fixed on the corner of his desk. Harry furrowed his brow, wondering why that picture had crept into his mind. Sure, he’d thought about her while he masturbated, but never in that way. Never with that... overwhelming desire. I moved up behind her and pushed my long hard cock into her pussy. She tried to mentally prepare for the pain in her ass as her Master fucks her japanese hard. I get home after work the next day, and there is the furniture in the hallway, with 2 big men next to it. I shouldn't be watching him, but... “Do you think Jon will like my outfit,” Jan asked as she posed with her legs apart and opened her gown. Everything was happening at a speed he couldn’t keep fetish up with. SMACK! I'm 24 years old; single, in a high paying job. They said in unison, Yes Master. “Don’t, it’s really sore.” "If you want I could do it for you," she began. With the help of Chris she slowly raised herself up till just the tip was left. She’s fine how she is. Everything is just fine the way it is, Angela. More applause and some cheers from the younger folk in the crowd, friends, Cheryl assumed, of the boys. “Mind-controlling you,” I said. He asian told me to hurry up and then he left my room. I had just come in the house from tanning and was in the kitchen when my mother japan came in from the garage and ask how my day massage was and leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, I opened my mouth again and she opened hers and we were french kissing, I felt her hand go under my robe and wipe over my ass, which surprised me. We broke apart just before my father came in. I told them I was going to shower and went up stairs. THERE! It really worked for me.” The mannequin sitting on the swing will describe the theme of the party. They like fucking guys as well, and if / when the fucking starts no one will know who they’re fucking, especially if we all swap masks every 30 minutes or so.” She carefully placed her clit between the doubled rope coming from her butt crack. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them down her legs. I heard footsteps approaching the door. She could face her uncle again. It hadn't been his intention, but sympathy went a long way. To the rebel fighter, watching this helpless naked captive fuck herself on her fellow captive's mouth was a thing to behold. I was happy not being forced to talk and just hugged and caressed her. And his cock is better than yours.” Duke was in his crate but ready to get out. "Good. I pulled her over to the changing booth and had her sit down, then sucked on her nipples for a little, then down to her pussy. "Not really. I imagined her hands on her breasts as my own moved over mine.