I should have been more sensitive.’ I shook my head. ‘No… It’s okay. I mean, I asked for it.’ ‘We went dancing,’ my father said, staring...at his glass. I looked at him for a moment. ‘Dancing? You dance?’ He chuckled. ‘Yes. We used to, your mom and I. It was something we did every weekend. But when the work load got too heavy we had to stop.’ I was staring at the floor, afraid to speak, to move. ‘We were in Nashville,’ he went on. ‘I talked her into going out with me. We were having such a. Mmmm! So it was arranged and soon I was there knocking on the door.Reality is so often different. The house was a bit run down, and the Master a rather fat middle aged balding individual. The female slave was the other side of fifty and had eaten a few cream cakes in her time. But it was hard to say no, and especially having been told in no uncertain manner to strip immediately. My clothes were taken away and hand and ankle cuffs fixed in place. A collar and lead around my neck. Ordered on my. “ohh not much, just fulfilling a goal and congratulating you on returning to us.” she said matter of factly as she slipped off her seat and squatted in front of Harry, then without the use of her wand she had made Harry’s trousers disappear and was now staring reverently at the large throbbing beast that was before her, veins stood out along the thick shaft, it was about three finger widths and was domed with a deep purple head, before Harry had chance to react to this, Hermione’s head was. You know, your first time might not be perfect, even if you try your best.”“I don’t want it to be perfect,” he said, blushing.“Yes, you do.”“Alright,” he admitted. “I want it to be at least pretty perfect. Is that so wrong?”Ann slammed her head against the desk. “No, Sean, it’s not. But you won’t stay this cute forever, honey.”“What the hell? We’re barely 20!”“Yeah ... and sooner than you think, you’ll have wrinkles and urinary incontinence and you’ll forget where you left your teeth...” she.