Constance buried her tear filled face into my chest. "Constance," I said softly. "You have to believe in yourself and in me. I want you to be happy. I...want you to be able to walk around with your head held high. You should be able to look anyone in the eye and think, 'I'm special, my master Mark believes in me.'" I know I feel that way," Ashley said."But he could have you killed," Constance said mournfully."I'd never do that," I said. "I love Ashley. My fondest dream is that I survive these. “Tell him what you saw.” Peter stood with his hands behind his back and started almost reciting. “You and Esther Davies were behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy on the seventh floor. There’s a small enclave behind it that will just fit two people, if they’re standing close together. It was nine o’clock at night on Tuesday the nineteenth of April, I was going past on my way back to Gryffindor Tower after a detention and heard a noise so I peeked behind the tapestry to investigate. You. I paused a second before going further, and wondered if I should. I did not wonder long, and found my hands going over Missy’s small perfect mounds. Missy never flinched.Missy’s breasts were so firm and the skin there was so soft. Her perfectly round nipples began to rise against my palms as my hands ran lightly over them. She began to moan slightly as I gently massaged the tanning lotion over them.As I did, I actually felt my pussy getting wet. I wondered if Missy’s was also. Slowly, I ran my. Once you had a good lather you applied it to my ass, balls and cock. Once my rigid dick was utterly soapy you began to pump your hand back and forth. Between the very light grip that you were using, and all the lubrication of the soap you weren’t really jacking me off. In fact you could have kept it up (figuratively and literally) for hours and I doubt that I would have cum, although I would have been rigid and in bliss for the whole time. Once you were sure that my cock was clean you had me.