They shared a bottle of white wine and an entrée plus a main course, but when he offered dessert, she declined."Do you mind if we go to your room for...small night cap, I'd like to discuss a few things with you in private and it is a bit difficult to talk about the things we need to discuss here, with the waiters walking by" she said softly.What she said made sense, although as they walked out and caught the lift to his suite, he started to have second thoughts about taking her back there. Still,. Fred and George stumbled over each other as they rose. Ginny too attempted to get at Ernie, but in the commotion could not get past her brothers. Only Imogen, sitting next to Ernie, was able to express what the entire group felt. Standing, she dealt Ernie several stinging slaps to the face, each harder than the last. The hapless Hufflepuff sat perfectly still, making no attempt to avoid the blows, almost as if he welcomed them. Imogen only stopped when Harry struck her with a mild Impedimentia. It is now yours and you need not worry about it. He goes to hand it over but Amy is still just mesmerized by it so she just keeps it out, spreading it and flipping through the bills. As Amy does this, her now paying future lover begins to massage her long legs, starting on her calf. You like that money? Amy nods slowly. A lot huh? Yes Amy whispers as he begins to kiss her legs on the thighs. Count it Amy. Count your money. As she begin to count her money, Amy still cant really believe the money. (Pulling my hand).Me: Its okay aunty. Just a bit of strain. I’ll be good.Aunty: Come on Vicky. I insist. (Pulling me closer to her on the sofa)I knew she had kind intentions, but I had a completely sexed up perspective to this gesture. I shifted closer to her, and placed myself facing away from her, and my back towards her. And leaned a bit towards her. She adjusted herself so as to be able to massage my shoulders. She started massaging my shoulder slowly and softly. I was very relieving, and.