Wendy told me to get up and shower so I got up and walked towards the shower.While I was in the shower I heard Wendy on the phone telling someone that...she was going to train my faggot ass and they needed to come fuck me sometime. When I got out of the shower wendy still wearing her torn pantyhose said things are going to be different now and I was going to like it or leave. I said ok and walked to the bedroom.The next day at work Wendy called me and told me when I got home to go into the guest. She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. Carol looked so absurdly cute right now, the light brown bangs of her hair falling over her eyes, all ashamed and not knowing what to do, miles away from the always composed young girl with the perpetual uninterested look I knew from before. Even for a more mature, experienced woman, talking about things openly like this would be a little too much. For her it was influencing directly on the way she would see sex - and herself - for the rest of her life.. “Can I have a pint of Fosters, an Amaretto and cranberry juice and two Halloween shots.” She placed two shot glasses on the bar in front of him and filled it with a green liquid that was in an unlabelled bottle. She then proceeded to make my drink then lastly his pint. As all the drinks were placed on the bar, she snatched his money and took it to one of the tills before returning with his change. Chris took his hand from my body and took hold of his shot glass. As we looked at one another,. Weasley said as he took off Hermiones skirt and ran his tongue down Hermiones thigh without anyone but Hermione knowing. As the class picked up their cameras and started snapping pictures of Hermiones slightly reddened ass, Ron and Harry were tempted to go up to Hermione and help her out of the situation she was in, but decided against it, knowing that their mission was too important to sacrifice over something so trivial and the fact that Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself. Standing beside.