This unfortunate mishap had clearly left her with a few questions to answer when next she was in the terrifying presence of her short-tempered father,...who might be away for the day, but would surely find out when he returned - this being a small and tightly knit community whose microscopically small-minded denizens delighted in all kinds of tittle tattle and malicious gossip, the more malicious the better. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed. I then wore a nice ruffled tube top along with a brown 'cosplay' wig. Once my makeup was completed, I drove out to the area that he wanted me to meet him. The scenario was for me to be a farm-gurl that trespasses onto a farmer’s property and I have to pay up or be turned in. It was fun driving while in drag; my little cock stayed hard the whole time. When I got to the farm, I drove through a gate near the field and into a grove of trees. When I got to the predesignated place, I stepped out. I couldn't believe it, I was getting turned on by gay sex but I wasn't even gay. Not that I knew of. I knew I had to turn it off but it was captivating. The more I kept watching it, the more I felt my dick grow in my pants hearing the loud moans of pleasure on the screen. I leaned back against the sofa and my eyes widened in shock horror at how big my cock had gotten straining against the material of my jeans. I had to be released as it was getting uncomfortable. I unbuttoned my jean pants and. He nodded and walked out the door, Mrs. Weasley at his side.St Mungo’s was the same as he had remembered. He thought of the Longbottom’s and touched his forehead. “What if this belonged to Neville instead?” he thought. As they walked down the corridor, they past a sign: ARTIFACT ACCIDENTS. “Mrs. Weasley?” he asked.“Yes, Harry?” They entered the main atrium.“Mr. Weasley had two others in his room with him. I was by myself. Why?”“It was just safer, dear.””So, I’m still being watched?” he asked.