I glanced over at him, he had barely changed at all, only his clothes seemed to have been affected. That got me to wondering, I slowly looked down a... what I was wearing. I watched as each step of mine kicked out the hem of the white sundress, each calf was deeply tanned and entirely void of hair. Upon my feet, I was wearing sandals that were practical and yet, comfortable. I allowed my eyes to move up past my wide childbearing hips to a slim waist with a slight swell at my tummy. Further up. I notice 4 doors across the room with empty gloryhole booths. This place is amazing!!! There are two men sitting on towels, stroking on the bench. The one closest to me is cute. Mid to late 40's, a little balding, in good shape, and a very nicly shaped cock. I had a girlfriend in highschool. This guy looked exactly like her dad. This was a massive turn on for me.He took an interest in me and started stroking my stockings while he stroked his cock. I was really turned on, so I scooted in closer. Weasley in that way. Now she rose to her feet to defend Harry. “He only ever—” “Stop it!” demanded Harry weakly, looking at the others. “All of you, just…” He was struggling to fight the potion still coursing through his veins. Even though he was waking, there were still a few cobwebs in his head and he was still having trouble trying to find the right words. “Your father’s right. As ever… erm, as long as I’m here, I danger you. I shouldn't...” Harry fought to sit up, grimacing at the ache that. He would be free and then he could spend a while with me…I closed the door and then recalled I had no beer in the fridge.So, I called another nearer shop and asked someone to send me a couple of cold beer bottles. Soon there was a knock at the door. Another huge and smiling handsome black guy was there, handling the beers. I could not believe my luck that evening.I tried to drag him inside; but it was useless. He also said he needed to come back to the shop; but he also asked me if I could.