He wanted her to straddle hisbare leg, because she wasn't wearing underwear, but I was really proud thatLisa was keeping this as proper as she could, ...y not opening her legs. During the next few hands I paid close attention to how she was sitting.It was hard to tell, because of her skirt, but it looked like Lisa was reallystruggling to keep her balance, while facing forward on his knee, with herlegs pressed together. Her feet barely touched the ground, but at least thattook some of the weight. " I looked up at him from my humiliating position athis crotch, in between fondles and kisses, begging on my knees in front ofhim. He looked down at me with satisfaction. I noticed that he liked mebeing a complete submissive, begging him and kissing his crotch. I couldtell he liked the power he had over me. He smiled wryly and said, "MaybeI'll reconsider. I got a special little fetish for white boys likeyou. Maybe if you play with me, I'll get rid of the tape." Yes, Sir! Anything, Sir. Please. ” “And maybe he’ll like it.” “I suppose so.” “Didn’t you say he likes you to be the dominant one?” Jen nodded and took a sip of wine. “Well then,” I said it as if that’s all I needed to say—that those two words were sufficient explanation. There was a pause in the conversation. “It’s not up to him to question me.” “That’s right.” “I’ll do as I please.” “And did that please you?” “Yes, it bloody well did.” “Well then.” I raised my glass to her and toasted, “To doing what bloody well pleases. Then there was the simple fact that the acting Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, knew perfectly well that some students would be slipping out of the castle that evening and had not the slightest intention of stopping them. Instead, she had only placed a Trace on Harry's broom so that she would be able to find the boy when it was time for the entire Order to render assistance. It was unfortunate that Dumbledore either through ignorance or habitual secrecy had not told Minerva exactly where the.