" So, he could find himself with some real dogs, then," I said."Maybe. But like I said, the kids see it as first-aid. If somebody was bleeding to deat... in the street, you wouldn't pass them by because they weren't pretty, would you?" I thought the plague was going to be a paradise for ugly men. You know, the fatties, the wimps, the nerds, all the ones that the girls aren't interested in. But it sounds like they're going to be left high and dry when all the girls have permanent mates." Not all. She got open towards me and started sharing things which she didn’t even shared with Prachi(her best friend). I thought that I should ask her again to which she said yes and told me that she was going to say it on her birthday but since I aksed again she said then and there. She wanted to take everything slow so I did not pressured her for anything. Sometimes I would ask her to kiss me to which she messages me kiss emoji. I did not mind it for the first time but she did that evrytime to I got a. Your hard cock pushes the front of your skirt up, I can see your arousal, still so vividly. "Come here, my Slut." You walk back over to me. "Do you like dressing like a whore?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you feel sexy?" "Yes, Mistress" "Do you feel ashamed, slut?" "Yes, Mistress" "You enjoy dressing up, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress" "Do you know what would please me, Slut?" "No, Mistress." "I want to completely humiliate you. I want you to masturbate in front of me. I want you to stand here. ‘Bertie Bott Beans’ whispered Madam Pomfrey to the gargoyle. The gargoyle reacted, opening up a small staircase for the two women. Hermione followed Madam Pomfrey up the stairs and into the waiting room just outside Professor Dumbledore’s main office. Hermione was so nervous; her cheeks were beat red and she was sweating. The only thing that did for her was to make her perfect body glisten in the candlelight, making her appear even hotter.‘Knock…Knock… Knock!’ wrapped Madam Pomfrey, waiting.