She knew just by sitting beside me, completely clothed, she still had full control over me. I think it was a game for her to try get me to fail that c...ass by distracting and sexually frustrating me so much that I would never get any work done. If that was her goal then she accomplished it because I did fail that class horribly, simply from not getting any in class work done. She had two different outfits she liked to wear. A winter outfit and a summer outfit. In winter she always wore super. While she did so, I took her hands, pulled them back behind her back an leaned close to her ears, “Do you like his cock in your pussy?” I hissed to her. “Do you like it deep in you?” “Yes…,” she moaned like a kitten. “Good…,” I said. Holding her hands I got to an idea. I picked up my tie from the floor and tied her hands behind her back. She moaned again, smiling, and started to ride Carl. She was moving with long, slow thrusts on him, splitting herself on his stiff cock again and again. I. She smiles a devilish smile. Letting me know that what I am about to do is going to be more fun then I have had in awhile. I start at her neck and start to kiss my way down, teasing her kissing her shoulder blades my way down to her ample breasts kissing all the way around them making sure not to touch her rock hard nipples, but only letting my the hairs of my bristley goatee to graze the tops. I am driving her crazy. I reach down to the side of my bed and grab two more ties of the floor. I. It was Voldemort! He’d taken… he’d taken Ron. A wave of panic rushed across Hermione and she was certain she would wretch at any moment. Her breaths became short and laboured. The wand in her hand was shaking violently. She cast another spell and another spell, each he flicked away with ease, never looking back toward her, ever moving toward his prey, the defenceless professor, crawling across the office floor toward the open door behind her desk. As he drew close, he held his wand inches from.