"McGonagall thought for a moment. "Pull out your wand, please." Imogen did so. She had to fumble a bit to find it."Show me a spell."Imogen raised her ...and, and focusing on some papers on a nearby desk, uttered 'Wingardium Leviosa' - the first spell that came to mind. She was not surprised when her words caused the papers only to rustle slightly - nothing more.McGonagall was appalled. The girl's pronunciation was wrong, her wand movement comical - almost a caricature of casting a spell."Girl, do. But made my next statement ring all the more true. "I'm your faggot.Your white faggot." Little bitch. I'd kill someone for talking to me like this. But youjust give in so fuckin' easy. It makes my cock hard the way you crumblefor me. The way I'm making you such a pussy," he gloated. I wonderedif he was stroking his cock while talking to me. I wanted him to be.Wanted him to be turned on. And proud of me. I wanted that pride."I'm wearing panties, Daddy," I volunteered. Offering that. Ironically, because of the selectivity, Sarah's price went up for whatever she did and so did her visibility. She graced teen fashion covers. Maxim even featured her in the buff on their cover accompanied by Vic and her naked daughter, Saralissa. The article, titled "Intellectual Models?" discussed Sarah's nearly finished treatise and Dr. Cole's completed doctorate thesis as well as printing a drawing from Sarah's published book of drawings for Elliot and an erotic self portrait from the. It’ll be worth the wait.”She sighed again and snuggled close. We kissed some more and eventually she put her bra and sweater back on and I walked her to the foyer so she could put her coat on to walk home.“Purple is my favorite color,” I said, kissing her goodnight.“Good to know!” she giggled, and walked out the door.On Sunday I made my usual phone calls and talked to my sister about her trip. Everything was set and she said that she was bringing Trish again. She told me that Trish had a steady.