The quaint Victorian hall is packed; tight rows of chairs run right to the door, every one occupied. The stench of perfume and hairspray is overwhelmi...g and I can smell alcohol – gin, if I’m not mistaken. Naughty girls!I concentrate. Time to prepare. Opening my robe, I grasp my cock and give it a vigorous, encouraging tug. I’m wearing nothing but an apron beneath the robe having abandoned my thong. Naked is better. I don’t think oiled muscles alone will be enough for this crowd, they’ve seen. ‘I need to see Draco now,’ Ron said commandingly. Goyle nodded curtly as he turned away and muttered the password to the stone boulder which covered the entrance to the common room. With a low rumble, it slid aside as Ron, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, swaggered inside as they made their way to the dormitories. Draco was lying down on his posh four poster bed, his head resting on Pansy’s lap as she casually played with his silky blonde hair. Colourful, plush cushions covered his bed as he let. Gene had beenkilled by gay bashers and Prentiss had no way to find me trapped at homeas the housekeeper. I was again devoid of hope.A few days later, as I was finishing the dishes, I made a shockingdiscovery while watching the kitchen television left on by Gretchen afterdinner, when they had moved to the family room for me to serve them coffeeand dessert. I was astonished to see Entertainment Tonight report on "TheMystery Girl" at Gene's party, showing videos of Prentiss kissing me. . Gwen was out, probably shopping at the local shops clustered around the resort. In less time than it takes to tell, Roxy popped out of that skimpy suit and showed the rest of what she had. Except for a patch of thick dark hair extending about an inch around the perimeter of her fat lipped cunt, she was devoid of pubic hair. Her big tits wobbled some without the miniscle support of the bikini top, but not so as to deter me from wanting to suck those milk bottles dry after I fucked her brains.