If you please, he gestured again. With some reluctance, Hermione let the cloak fall open. Take it off please, Professor Slughorn instructed. Pulling a... the string of her cloak, it pooled at her feet revealing her in the scandalously slutty outfit that had once been her school uniform. Ah yes, I see, the potion master said, pushing away from his desk to walk around her. His fat fingers brushed over her rounded ass, his fingertips skimming the bottom of her cheeks which barely peeked out before. ”“Do I look that old to be called ma’am?” Jasmine asks with a crooked smile.Neither boy can take their eyes off her, so both know the answer to that one. “Our dad always taught us to be polite no matter the age of the person,” Andrew answers.“But if you don’t like ma’am, we’ll call you anything you wish,” Bobby adds almost like he is out of breath.Jasmine giggles a little. “You boys act like you’ve never seen a girl mostly naked.”“Um, we have seen...” Bobby starts to say before his brother. It was a way to be publicly private. Sitting in the booth, sipping a cup of masala chai, was a striking and dignified gentleman in a dark grey suit. "Mr.Dacosta, this is my friend Alexa." Serena proffered. Mr. Dacosta smiled and nodded. "Ah yes, Alexa. Serena has told us a lot about you. Please sit." Alexa smiled nervously and settled in at the round table. With no bra or panties on, she felt extremely exposed. She wanted to cross her arms across her chest but put them down on each side. This caused her to cum again...twice in a row! She squirted against his thrusting cock and her juices soaked the front of her skirt. "Well," the thought went quickly through her mind, "I may have to call in late and go shopping for a new outfit to wear for my new job..." She had lost count of how many orgasms she experienced during that train ride into town, her mind in a fog. She hadn't even noticed when the strange old man came again deep inside her pussy. But she did recall him slapping her.