“It's late, Mom,” Zoey complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed...like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her. ..that's it..... gooood boy" She kept wanking me, making sure to get it all out. Finally slowing to a stop as the last dribbles left me, dripping with a hollow sound onto the toilet seat.I held onto her shoulders, my legs feeling like jelly, breathing hard, staring down.I had made a mess."Mmmmm my goodness David, you did need that didn't you my boy" Regaining some compuser and my breath, satisfied relief washed over me, smiling at Miss Rhodes i simply said"Thank you Miss Rhodes" She glanced at. Nothing in the books had prepared Imogen for how truly imposing a figure he was - tall, angular and distinguished. Very old, indeed, but very powerful as well. Professor McGonagall took a seat, and Dumbledore motioned for Imogen too to be seated."I understand that you persuaded Professor McGonagall to be your own personal Sorting Hat," he said. "Quite an accomplishment for a new arrival at Hogwarts, I must say. But then you have four years of missing accomplishments to make up." So Professor. "No, Julie, I can’t…" Don't you find me attractive, sir?" she pouted, tossing her blonde hair. "I’ve noticed you looking at me. A lot." She stretched her shoulders back, pulling the thin fabric of her top tightly over her braless nipples. "And you did touch my leg last week."Shit. I thought I had been fairly discreet with my glances at her tits and legs during our weekly tutorial meetings, but evidently not. And I wasn’t going to be able to claim that the leg-touching incident was.