Hermione may have been under the influence of the powerful love potion Malfoy had given her, but she could not pass up the opportunity of getting some...bonus marks. Besides, as long as she was naked, she might as well score a few extra marks out of the entire ordeal. We will need a male volunteer and your consent as well. Mr. Weasley replied, looking over at the eager boys standing on their desks, jumping up and down, shouting out to volunteer for whatever he had in mind. No ones fucking me!. All of a sudden I was lactating! AfterI realized what was happening, I began swinging between shock and awe.Like volcanoes, my nipples were spitting milk in great quantity, such thatI had to put gauze to plug them and collect their production in a bottle.Mustapha was also quite shocked, and, after tasting my milk (he said itwas milk without the shadow of a doubt), he helped me with padding mynipples and drying the excess milk. In about ten minutes, lactationstopped. He then held me in his arms. Jenni motioned for me to sit on the bed and was still laughing as I obeyed with a smile on my face. She opened a drawer of her desk and retrieved what appeared to be a framed photo. When she handed it to me, I saw that it was not just any framed photo: It was a picture of us sitting by a small campfire, and my mind instantly was transported back to that weekend… It was a weekend of camping and canoeing, a much-needed break near the end of the spring semester, before the ‘cramming season’ began. Not all Domina’s babies have lived.”When her bleeding stopped, Gretchen told Phyllis. The kitchen was hot, but it was better work than the garden.Instead of teaching her how too cook or bake, however, Phyllis supervised her in packing a fancy basket of food and wine. Gretchen carried it after Dominus, who walked to a grassy plot in a grove of trees.While she served him there, he began to caress her, especially her nipples where they were pressed against the tight tunica. She was reminded of his.