"I forget to tell you. When the patient is incapable of movement, we Healers charm the bed to cause it to turn periodically, otherwise the patient wil... develop bedsores." The Healer turned to go, and then stopped."Did you say something, Hermione," No, Madam Pomfrey." Must be hearing things," muttered the Healer, retreating to her office.Hermione pulled out some Ancient Runes homework, a particularly interesting assignment requiring her to translate a 1st century Druid text. She struggled for. Rampant pricks strained as theythrust into soft, amenable little backsides, tensing and then relaxing asthey released the liquid association of pent-up energy. Men groaned andsissies squealed as semen throbbed up and spewed from twitching members.As a mere hired hand Toby Parkin shouldn't have been in the same room asthe others, but he considered a belated attendance to be a perk of thejob he'd been coerced in to doing that night. Having spent most of theevening sympathising with Horace Pratt's. She looks at me questioningly (at least as long as she can), but does not protest. Once her eyesight is gone, I have her lie down on her back on the floor.Then I quietly leave the room, pad down the stairs, carefully open the front door, put a finger on my lips in a ‘stay silent’ gesture, and wave Kristen inside.Yup, Kristen is here again. Only this time, I invited her, and Anna does not know it!So we silently tiptoe upstairs where Anna is getting slightly nervous because nothing is happening.. I never left her employ after that. Mistress Pickles’ house was, I was to discover, a salon for ladies who, like me and Mrs Pickles herself, favoured the sexual intimacy of other women. No doubt my Mistress was aware of my similar proclivities or, were she not, she soon came to be. I attended upon her with more than physical pleasure, for I felt a kind of love for the woman who had taken me from my earlier life. Her faith in me was the first such I had ever known and I rewarded her in my way.