It's the President who wants to speak with you," she finally managed to say."The President? Of the University?" The disbelief was evident in Sharon's ...oice, for the President never concerned himself with any of the internal workings of the University, leaving that to the Board of Deans."N-no ... of the United States," she stammered, "I never spoke to ... before ... ever." Oh, tell her I'll call her back after this meeting is over. It can't be important."The graduate students looked as horrified. .yes I remember now. I went to save Hermione and she tried to kill me, then Potter turned up and then he tried to kill me too! Yes Ronald, you poor thing. But do not worry, for Lord Voldemort is kind. Look how we saved your life Ronald and healed you. Can Lord Voldemort still count on your service? Ron slowly lifted his head towards the chalk white leering face of Lord Voldemort. Rons lips curled into a furious hatred of his old friends and a flash of red went across his eyes, Of course my. 'Show us your cunt.'It felt strange to hear him say that. Somehow it was the beginning of my awakening though of course it was many years before I fully grasped the significance of that day.In our house at that time my mother NEVER allowed any 'bad language.' I'd never heard words like cunt or fuck or shit or twat or anything like that. The stinking hole between my legs was always referred to as my 'girl thing' and Nick's manly rod was always called his willy. Even though I didn't know the word. “You should probably go and clean up a bit, though. Class is almost over, the bell is going to ring in less than ten minutes.” Your students have already put their cocks away and pulled their pants back up. Their flushed faces are the only evidence of what has happened only a few minutes before. You still lay naked on the desk at the head of the class, cum dripping off your body, your pussy aching and sore, gaping wide, your breasts heaving from exertion. One of the boys whose name you still.