Biting her lower lip to supress her own moans, Tamara continued to tweak her own nipples and rub them. What she wouldn't give to have someone else doi...g this very thing to her, she thought as her hands slid down her smooth stomach.As Tamara's hand continued to travel southward down her body she found her fingers rubbing her red,swollen clit.Massaging herself and every so often dipping a finger inside her tightly velvety folds. Almost instinctively this caused her hips to buck, for her to let. She then opened it and found more photos and even some stories. She was fascinated by the subject of bondage and discipline and was incredibly turned on.Every page held new interest for the young girl. She saw girls hogtied, suspended by their wrists or ankles, stretched on a rack and more. One story talked about a girl who met a guy online and became his slave but she would perform the bondage on herself, per his orders. Brooke wondered if she could find someone like that on the computer.For a. Jones stepped back and lowered his sword but the lord swung at him while his guard was down, instantly Jones' sword came up and around, striking the aimed blade and breaking the lord's sword in two."I ORDERED YOU TO HOLD ... SIMON REPORT TO THE GUARD HOUSE." The owner of the voice broke through the ranks and had his fists on his hips. He was large, nearly a giant to Jones' point of view but seemed to be in charge."But I was winning, he would have..." The lord, Simon, protested."He would have. He took her right nipple between his teeth, biting it delicately, and Pansy moaned under his body. He smiled against her skin. Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin ice queen was melting under his body.Ron opened her shirt wide and, pulling up her petite body in his arms, he made the shirt slide down her back, exposing her perfect, pale shoulders. She raised her back and unclasped her bra, sending it onto the floor next to her shirt and buttons.She pushed up on her arms and sat up. Ron was standing.