With that, everyone made preparations to leave for Platform 9 ¾, packing their trunks and making their way by taxi to the train station. ‘Got every...hing… have a good year… and stay out of trouble, you two!’ yelled Mrs. Weasley, as she waved off everybody.Everyone was now on the Hogwarts train, traveling by rail to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione, Ron and Harry found an empty cabin all to themselves. They all stored their luggage in their overhead compartments before. She objected at first but he reminded the contract said she had to do as he asked. She set the table up and was told to go first. I had joined them to watch and when my wife bent over to play her shot I got a great view down her dress. Some of the other men in the pub realised this so shifted their positions to get the best view possible. It was clear her nipples were hardening so the attention she was getting must have been turning her on. They played a couple of games, with cuckman winning. She yelped, and kicked out again, pushing her back up againstthe wall even harder. I grinned. "Missing him already, are you? Don'tbe upset, pumpkin. There's some of him in this very room with us." Her bleary eyes focused on the hammer. Her rapid breathing turned into hyperventhilation,and I laughed. "Why don't you give him a kiss?" I knelt down in front of her and pushed the hammer's head against her lips,trying to force it into her mouth. She squealed and tried to turn her headaway, so I. She knew she couldn’t hide her condition long and a small part of her hoped he’d not notice but a larger part hoped he would and punish her even more for such blatant wantonness. He held her steady as he raised his hand again, delivering another stinging blow to her taunt ass. He loved hearing the muffled thud, her gasps, and the feel of her squirming. He enjoyed the look of her ass jiggling rhythmically under the midnight material. His hand walloped the pliant target, growing harder with each.