I was bruised—not badly enough for it to show; he was always careful about that—but enough to ache.I had displeased my stepfather and when I retir...d, early, saying the day at the bullring had been too exciting for me after the flight from Germany the previous day, the baron had followed me a half-hour later, chewed me out, slapped me around, and fucked me. He said it was to show me who was boss and to bring me into line, but I knew he liked to fuck me and that he particularly liked doing it. "So, that's what you meant when you said you wanted to turn back the time." commented Ginny in understanding. "No, not only that." said Wormtail, the strain in his voice was worth a thousand words of regret. "... but I think it was better that way. At least the dark lord did not learn of how you're going to defeat him." "Unfortunately, I don't either. But maybe we can just ask the seer about it. Who was the seer by the way?" said Harry, in deep thought. "Sandra Trelawny, the only sister of. No matter how much I scrubbed myself I could not wash the shame away. I paid extra attention to my back side trying to get it as clean as I could but had to be really gentile since it was still burning from all the stretching and penetration that it endured just a short while ago. I got out of the shower and realized that in my haste I forgot to get my robe, but even worst, there were no bath towels. So, I used the hand towel to dry myself up and tried to wrap it around my body. It was large. I went to my first pub when I was 16, wearing too much makeup an too little clothes, making the bouncer see past my age and more on my boobs. When I turned 18, I was an experienced maneater, partyanimal and user. Nothing heavy, just some marijuana now and then, some snorted Ritalin and vodkashots to make the party last longer, be more fun. To get me started. I had my hair to my waist, bleached an allmost white blonde, my skin covered in black and grey tattoos of trees, flowers and vines, all.