' Then she felt Robert's body slump across her, then roll onto the floor. The darkness was removed and she gulped in as much air through her nose as ...he could. Marisa stood beside the bed, her posture anxious, concerned. She removed Harriet's gag. "Harriet, are you all right?" she asked, her fingers tugging furiously at Harriet's bound hands. "I'm... fine," gasped Harriet. "Just give me... a few moments... to get my breath." "What happened to Robert?" "I eventually managed to get free and. I’m content to just listen for now,” was her not terribly convincing answer.“It’s only us ... nobody will tell anybody else. We promise, don’t we ladies?” They all agreed. “What about a song you grew up listening to? That would be the ‘90s, wouldn’t it?”“I do like Sheryl Crow. Do you know anything of hers?”“I know the James Bond song she sang, “Tomorrow Never Dies” and her other big hit “All I Wanna Do.”“How about ‘All I Wanna Do?’” she said...When finished, everybody stood and applauded her, I. This was a garment of the catwalk, a one-off, an example of the best haute couture France had to offer. Its apparent simplicity, combined with a little make-up and quite austere gold necklace and bracelet, acted synergistically to enhance her loveliness, without masking her delicate features and essential vulnerability.I loved her at that moment with an intensity I could barely hide. In the end I just whispered "Tu es trés trés belle." and kissed her hand. I saw now why the other. If you please, he gestured again. With some reluctance, Hermione let the cloak fall open. Take it off please, Professor Slughorn instructed. Pulling at the string of her cloak, it pooled at her feet revealing her in the scandalously slutty outfit that had once been her school uniform. Ah yes, I see, the potion master said, pushing away from his desk to walk around her. His fat fingers brushed over her rounded ass, his fingertips skimming the bottom of her cheeks which barely peeked out before.