Once inside, he instructed me to disrobe. I did as I was told, of course, making sure that, as my nude, helpless body was revealed, my left leg was sl...ghtly bent forward, foot arched and toes pointing as they touched the floor. Just the way he likes. ‘Lie down on the bed and spread your legs,’ he commanded in an even tone of voice. I knew the drill. I immediately obeyed. Once on my back, I also placed my hands in the ‘surrender’ position on the sheet, palms up, like he always wants. He wasted. I wondered what her story was.She grabbed some beer and some chips. She walked out of the store and started talking to me. I was like a pig in shit. She obviously had money. I wondered if she was alone or if her friends were in the limo with her.“Where’s your boyfriend?”“I don’t have one. My friends and I were at a party. I just had my limo driver drive them home. I’m still wanting to party.”I couldn’t believe she wanted to party with me. Why would this beautiful girl want to party with me?. It just slipped right through the cracks!"Both Heisinger and Meiersdottir tried to console him. "They probably wouldn't have caught it anyway," his grandmother told him. "From what little he said I gather he was a last-minute convert, some of the more persuasive anti-Rescue people paying him a visit after he'd already been selected and giving him a huge con job."The young man shook his head vigorously. "We could have tried. That screening program has done a great job of keeping the crazies. Inside the classroom stands a fully undressed Draco Malfoy, leaning back against the blackboard, eyes closed and hand resting on the head of a equally nude boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead."Merlin, Potter," Draco gasped, gripping the Boy Who Lived's hair reflexively as Harry's lips slid down to the base of his erect penis, buried deep in his partner's throat. "Who knew you'd be so damn good at this?"Harry chose not to respond to the blonde Slytherin, working his mouth all.