"I want to see the sperm," she said, squeezing a little harder as she stroked.She got her wish. A jet leapt from the tip, half a foot into the air, an... then fell to land on her hand as more came welling out to form a tiny lake in the circle made by her fist as she drew it upwards. She stared at it, and then looked at his face, which was red as he panted from the exertion of both his completion, and his efforts not to yell as it arrived."You liked this?" she asked. Anybody in the world would. She walkeddown the rest of the stone steps and swiftly glided to the couches. Shesaw that the person sitting on the couch in front of the dying fire wasactually Ron."Ron, what are you doing up?" she whispered."I couldn't sleep," he mumbled.Odd, thought Heather. Ron was usually the heaviest sleeper in the wholeof Gryffindor! She sat down beside him, knees together back straight.Just one of the many feminine mannerisms she "gained" from the curse."Me neither," she said looking into the dying. Slave!”“Yes Mistress” I said, and I got up and made my way to the toilet. I came back a couple of minutes later and a lot more uncomfortable the knickers I was now wearing was a thong which was right up my arse and they were still wet with pussy juice.For the rest of the evening we sat and chatted just like any ordinary couple would, from time to time she would use her foot to rub my cock to erection which just made things worse a thong was not designed to hold a dick at the best of times but. The sound covered my moves as I turned my squat into a kneel. She put her feet on the coffee table after kicking off her boots that landed in a neat clump on the floor. Then she uncapped the vodka and took a sturdy swig - a small bit trickling onto her chin. She looked around the dark apartment, and even at the closet door for a prolonged while. If I hadn't been there, I'd have considered her paranoid.She took two more quick hits from the bottle, then stood, allowing her skirt to drop to her.