Lee had gone over the details while I drove to the provided address, an apartment complex where our arrival was always loudly announced by k**s on the...corners. The first few times I came here, I wanted to arrest every single one of these assholes, just for all the name calling and whistling they threw my way. A cop in their streets wasn't a welcome sight, but young attractive policewomen were received a little different than older guys. I dreaded to think what would happen if I came here alone.. I knew my close friends hated me because they both told me so. But I had no idea the rest of the class hated me too. If they do, it was because of her. And now, they get to use me for their pleasure. I said, “Please, I didn’t know everyone hated me. Don’t let them hurt me please.”“Well, as long as you do as I say, you won’t get hurt. But, you will be feeling some pain. Have you ever heard of cunt kicking?”“No, what does that mean. Please don’t hurt me, especially down there.” I begged.“You will. After her last visit to the hospital wing for a pregnancy potion, Ginny had asked Madam Pomfrey for a few extra vials, just to be safe. Although Madam Pomfrey was concerned about Ginny’s already active sex life, she consented; not wanting any student so young to go through an unwanted pregnancy.If Ron hadn’t been so wrapped up in his little fantasy world, dreaming about plowing his longtime lust Hermione Granger, he would have realized that he had just been called Harry and that it wasn’t. "I'll control myself, what is it!" I asked, a little perturbed."If I didn't like uh ... bottom sex, I wouldn't ask for it. I'm uncomfortable with all of the terms for it, because they sound dirty, naughty, whatever you want to say. It was OK when we were just getting rocks off, but now we "make love" all the time. I know you worry about hurting me. There is a pain factor to it, but it makes the reward more intense. I guess pain and pleasure are two sensations closely related. It's not pain like.