A longing that soon grew into a bit of an obsession. This obsession went by the name of Hermione. But how could she ever have the smartest witch in ...he school to herself? Especially since she knew her brother fancied her. There was only one thing that Ginny could think of, but at the same time hated to think of. There was a reason they were called “unforgivable” curses.One night, after an exceptional dinner, the girls sat in Ginny’s room talking. Ginny couldn’t help but notice the beauty. It easily fell away landing on the floor behind me. “Place your hands in front of you at your waist.” she instructed. And then grasping my wrists together with one hand she proceeded to bind them tightly with a length of rope. As I stood there stripped to the waist and, my hands tightly bound my body jerked and I winched as she slapped my tits. “Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!….” She slapped first the right and then “Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!…She slapped the left. “You have very lovely tits my little. He laid his arms on my waist, and I cupped his cheeks, pressing his face against mine. When I finally let go, he was still looking at me, but the expression of hope and doubt had vanished, only anticipation and what I interpreted as lust remained.“I’ll be right back, love”, I said as I got to my feet, hitching the expensive garments onto my slender fingers. I could feel his gaze following my swaying ass when I strolled along the floor towards the bathroom.A few moments later I entered the room. Walking up the walk toward the bar.... each new step had taken weeks, but tonight he finally stood at the entrance.The Beachfront Bar was an openly gay bar. A large billboard across the front of the bar advertized a “Drag Queen Review” in huge letters. In smaller letters it announced that Thursday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Singer Night,” Friday night was “Amateur Drag Queen Imposter Night,” And Saturday was “Amateur Drag Queen Stripper Night.” Tracey knew that if he ever got up the.