I decided that to give him a little show and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, and then the third one; before dabbing-on my perfume.I fille... the glass from the water jug and went into our small living room to find him sat on the couch; his eyes glancing around the room, taking it all in.“You married?” He asked, his eyes fixed on a wedding picture.“Sure I am Andrew ... but you can be my friend if you want?”“Oh – yes ... of course.” He tried to hide his embarrassment.“How about you?” I. Tonight it was a winter wonderland of possibilities, there was magic in the air. As she listened she heard hope whispering in the moonlight, tormenting her senses, calling her name as she fingered the silver necklace that lay between her breasts. She was naked, except for her high heels and the necklace, her curvy body almost as pale as the snow itself. She leant forward against the glass, the cold hitting her skin and making her shiver as she half felt and half dreamed. Her nipples hardened. Instantly, she started to remove her robe, shoes, shirt, tie, pants, and undershirt. Harmione walked up to the mirror in the corner of the room and looked herself over. "I will never get fucked. I'm such a wimp." Of course she also didn't want to get expelled from hogwarts, but she really wanted and somewhat, needed a dick. "If only boys actually wanted to fuck me." Harmione walked over to her bed and undid her bra and slipped it off. Her large, plump breasts relaxed, still perky. Her beautiful. ”“I have tried to intimidate you with my requests, yet you continue to act on them. I have humiliated you, used you strongly, exhibited you in public, and used you more. You haven’t disappointed me.” I smiled shyly at his praise. “Tell me why?”I looked down at my hands in lap, then looked up at him. “To satisfy you, Sir. I came to feel, and recently confirmed, that my deepest desire is to fully satisfy your desires, Sir. Whatever they might be. Yes, sometimes they might be embarrassing.