Nothing I would exactly call sexual touches but times that we bumped or brushed against each other seemingly by accident that led to a blush. Once don... we sat at the opposite end of the large living room. I watched as she tucked her feet up under her almost like a little child and rested her head on her chin. Casually I watched as she watched me. My suspicious mind wandered as she covered her lower body with a comforter as she let her eyes meet mine. Mary sort of smiled a weird smile as her. “What do you mean?” Harry said “According to muggle statistics I am just a tiny bit above average at 8 and a half inches long and 2 inches wide” However, I will go slow as you wish and slowly slid his cock into her until his pelvic bone was pressed against hers. It felt so wonderful to him, like being gripped in a warm wet velvet tube. He groaned with intense pleasure “that feels so nice Pansy.” “Stay there Harry, that’s marvellous, I feel so full.” Meanwhile Harry was still gently. I want to talk to the girl there, behind you." The events in London start to flow back into my mind, first a trickle, then a flood. Anger builds in me. I start to shout at the girl, writhing and squirming against my restraints. "You asked me for help! You said you were ill. I was going to do all I could to help you. What a lie! You lied to me so you could get me here. You took advantage of me. I was prepared to do anything I could for you and you took me for a sucker. How dare you!" I am. Now, don’t move.”He disappeared for a few seconds into his closet and came back with a few of his classy business ties draped over his arm. “Keep still,” he ordered, and she obeyed. He tied her arms above her head, attaching the tie to the bed frame. He spread her legs open as wide as they could go, her knees bent towards her body, and tied both ankles to the same frame her hands were tied to. She was laying there, splayed open for his enjoyment. She heard him open a drawer, and then there was.