Lauren rose to her knees, her legs barely supporting her as she sobbed, shaking her head as if to clear her head of the bad dream. The congregation wa...ched as she crawled slowly towards Nikki. She looked at her young friend cowering on the bale of straw, her right leg bent uncomfortably due to the handcuffs. Her hair was plastered over her face, stuck in places from cold sweat. Lauren knelt between her legs as the chatter in the room ceased. She inserted the tip of the knife underneath the. “I’m going to change clothes; I hope you have a glass of wine waiting for me when I get back”. Considering the time of day, I decided it was too early for a red, so I continued perusing the wines in the lower racks. I found a few white burgundies and selected a Montrachet. It was a little too cold but would warm up nicely in the glass. In a cupboard above the island I found some large wine glasses, and I opened the bottle and filled two of them a little less than half way. . Crabbe even made a comment about bastards, which Imogen heard - fortunately, because otherwise she would not have realized just how vicious Snape's comment was. Imogen understood now that when Dumbledore had told her the night before that it would be up to the discretion of each teacher as to how to deal with her, he had not been warning her about Umbridge. It was Snape she had to worry about. But she didn't miss a beat."Professor, your understanding of my situation is almost perfectly correct. Flipping through the pages my little dick started getting hard. I figured I should get out before Mike caught me. Going to my room I laid on the bed and looked at the pictures again. I caught myself rubbing my hand over my crotch. I got up and looked down the hall. Mike was still watching his show and drinking. Going back to my room I pulled my pants down. I noticed clear sticky liquid coming out of the piss slit of my dick. I remembered a friend telling me he seen his brother pulling on his.