This whole thing had been his idea, and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed it, the exhibitionism of it, the outlandish outfits, and the strutti...g and posturing. The only people here who knew their real identities were the Harrises, who had originally been their swinging partners, and had introduced them to this group. She remembered how excited Don had been the night they had brought it up. Lisa thought it was obvious why he liked it, the submissive role a relief from his daily position. Like I'm crumbling.I pull back, breaking free of her and I back away, my hands up defensively. My breath is uneven, and I feel this turmoil in me. Because I want to kiss her again."Why? Why can't you... tell me?"She sighs, crossing to her bed and sitting on it, drawing her legs up under her. I sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. I can't be too close to her."You're my best friend Sam."I snort. "Am I?"She looks up, her eyes wide. And she looks scared. "Yes. You are." She says the words slowly. I put her hand on it, on my precum. She just kept her hand there and after some time rubbed it. I said see, “now you are also shameless”.She giggled and kept rubbing. I said mmmmmmmmmmm, moving my hand towards her boobs, and she told me “I am your mom. Don’t touch me there”.I kept moving and said “come on mom…”, holding one boob.Now she left my cock. I asked her “please…”She said “what please?” I held her hand and placed on my cock. Now she jacked it once and kissed me, saying “I am not. " NO!" he snapped.Suddenly a slight look of panic swirled about within his eyes. He lookedflustered, hot under the collar and a little uncomfortable. He clearedhis throat, reinstating his forced, smug smile."You seemed to have finally come to your senses Heather," he smiled. "Byjoining Slytherin you have entered a house with a grand history of someof the greatest sorcerers of all time, a house of superiors, a house ofperfection," he passionately.Heather wasn't really paying much attention to.