I started slowly moving my left hand from her chest to neck and stomach while my right hand was busy caressing her hair, ear lobe and neck. After some...ime she lifted her head looked into my eyes and gave a smile. Suddenly she stood up and went to the door and locked it from inside. Seeing this I got up and went to her and hugged her and put my lips on hers. She closed her eyes holding me tightly.Then I asked her why did u locked the door, so she replied in case of emergency if any one come. However, the client for my first dungeon session wanted only me. He was American or Canadian and he asked for heavy domination and humiliation. Hiding my nervousness, I gave him a safe word and ordered him to strip and kneel on the floor, then pulled his arms behind his back, handcuffed him and brandished a leather whip.“Did I order you to kneel with your legs together?”“No, Mistress.”Six strokes of the whip on his back. He gasped. I snarled:“Spread them! And keep your eyes on the floor! How. ’ ‘That old bastard,’ she growled, ‘He didn’t want to leave that house with the room half done. Cared more about the fucking customer than he did about me.’ She almost screeched. He picked her up and carried her to his bed and sat her down. She slumped to her side weeping inconsolably, crying and calling her dead sister’s name. He held her tighter, letting her get it out of her system, and they both wept. ‘Please,’ she begged too emotionally drained for hysteria, ‘Please tell me I haven’t. As long as they could fuck their way to the top, being a competent witch mattered very little in the magical world. Without wasting another second George guided his swollen shaft into the Beauxbatons girl’s tight teenage crevice with as much strength that he could muster. For being such an experienced sexual player, the girl was tighter than a virgin, her vaginal muscles clamped down around George’s thick pulsing shaft as it slowly entered her bald pink pussy.As George eased his seven inches.