Then hed watch her fuck the bottle hard.”“And did Barbie like that?”“Yes,” Ambers eyes blazed. “Oh yes! Barbie LOVED it!” “And does Ba...bie still like that? Shall we find out?”“Yes,” she whispered, voice thick with arousal. “She still does.”“Well then Barbie, find a belt and your handcuffs. But put on some boots and some jewels first.”Twenty minuetes later Amber was face down on that bed, her red sore arse raised by pillows, dressed in nothing but jewels and boots with a bottle pushed deep up. Before she could move though, she felt lips crushing against her own. She understood now what Hermione's sly smiles had meant when they were in school. Ron was an amazing kisser. He kissed without mercy, his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once and his lips were powerful. She had read about men who kissed like this, usually in trashy romance novels. They were usually pirates, or adventurers, or the bad guy or something like that. They weren't Quidditch team managers, and never the husband of. “No, not really. I told him I was having period cramps. Girls can get away with murder using that line,” Emma said.Jess nodded on the other side of her“She’s right, you know. It’s a very powerful card to play.”A few more students made their way through and the ceremony was over. We exited together out the back.Emma grabbed my arm to stop me just outside the auditorium door. People were exiting all around us.“Aaron, point the phone at me,” Emma said. I did as she took a few steps back. I saw her. Icould see at once that the intention was to produce a smooth body-lineunder a figure hugging dress or top.I had now donned all the clothing Edith had given me and I called out toher for assistance in lacing up the corset."Very nice dear," was her comment as she critically examined what I hadachieved so far. "I think you have the potential to become a veryattractive woman," she announced, "and we will do everything we can toassist you." She rolled the control knickers down until she could get.