“Enter, dear,” the professor calls from within, her voice sugary sweet, putting on airs, as though she hadn’t caned her forty times over the Min...ster’s desk last night.Hermione follows instructions, closing the door behind her. Umbridge is sitting at her desk grading papers with a bright pink quill.“Please strip off your clothes and put them in your bag, Miss Granger,” she instructs without looking at her. “Then place your bag in the cabinet to your left.”Tears fall down her face as Hermione. I tried not to stare at her nipples under the thin rayon top she wore. Obviously no bra. She did catch me checking them out several times. The first time she caught me she sent me a smile that was like the sun coming up after the storm. I sat awaiting the interrogation."You have had many lovers...correct?" I shrugged. Lydia laughed and said, "you have had more than ten lovers...correct? I nodded. "Andrea is a natural brunette. Most of those more than ten lovers were brunette...correct?". We turned into the hotel and checked in.We entered the room and my first thought was ‘oh shit it’s a double bed, I guess I’m sleeping on the sofa’. Mum realised she had only packed the essentials in her overnight bag and said “bloody hell, I’ve packed my PJs in my case and not my overnight bag”. I told her it was OK, I’ll sleep on the sofa bed and she can borrow my t-shirt if she needs. “I’m sure we’ll manage”, she said and stated we need to get ready to go for food. We got showered and went. We'd take a cab. First I'd start by touching your neck, your shoulders, working my way to your garters, snapped tight for me. I'd continue talking, now in a whisper, running my fingertips along your inner thighs and cupping your damp sex. I'd stick my pussy stinking fingers in your mouth, and you'd drool onto them for me to lube them up. Then I'd return to your sex, flitting between the labia, rubbing into the juice. Eventually we'd arrive at our destination, where we'd abscond towards the.