You reach down and slide your trousers and panties down to your knees and then reach for my hard cock. You groan at the feeling of my thick hard shaft...in your small hands through my trousers. "In time, baby, but first I want to please your body," I tell you, grabbing your hand lightly and moving it above your head. I use one hand to pin both of yours above your head, my other hand returning between your legs. You writhe with pleasure at finally being able to feel my fingers against your exposed. Living under the Weasley's roof, helping out with making dinner and other chores, Imogen had become accustomed to taking direction from the elder Weasleys. Although of course she always called them 'Mr Weasley' or 'Mrs. Weasley', the day before she had almost called Mrs. Weasley 'mom' - a close call that made her blush even now as she thought of it. To Imogen, the Weasley children were like close cousins - almost like siblings.As Imogen followed a turn in the path, she saw Hermione up ahead,. Chloe was incapable of any audible response and jerked again in vain on her chains as Vanessa ordered, “Come in.” which was immediately followed by the creaking of an opening door….. From where Vanessa was seated in the window of the caf?she had a perfect view of the main entrance doors to the city gymnasium. From her position she scrutinized the males she was to handpick for Chloe, handpick being the operative word. From a dozen potential candidates she created a short list after. "Strip, my pet," she barked as she stood defiantly with her hips forced forward and legs apart as she balanced on those exaggerated high heeled boot/stockings. I looked down humbly as I undressed and left my hands at my side though my erection was pointing straight at her. "Crissy, I think bright red will be glorious on you. Slip into these panties," and she handed me a red rubber pant. I stepped into them and pulled them up so that my balls were encased in individual rubber pockets that firmly.