Ping went to the Ravenclaw table and sat next to Cho. Told her that he might have 'said' something that offended Harry, cause Harry is not talking to...him. He knew Harry would not tell her what really happened but she would get them to talk.Cho agreed to talk to Harry after the Defense against the Dark Arts class.Later that day, Cho met up with Ping at Herbology and told him to meet her by the room of requirements at 9 pm and to not talk to her again until then. He tried to ask her what was up. This time bringing my face closer to his penis. I turned my head away from it, the smell of it repulsing me. I felt his hand slide behind my head and start to turn me."No, please stop daddy." I sobbed in fright. But he neither responded nor stopped. I closed my eyes and began to pray. God, please help me, mommy please save me!" I repeated it over and over as I was pulled closer to his penis. I suddenly felt it's wet bulbous head poking into my cheek. I tried to turn my head but my father held. .. better not say."She said, "If there is a reason why you would do this, then you hadbetter tell me if you want my help, so spill it."I said, "When I was 13 years old and my family was living in Mannheim,Germany, Dad was in the Army, my Step-mother's sister came to live withus, she got my room and my big brother did not want me in his room, so Islept on the sofa in the living room. My parents treated me more like agirl, with requiring me to do household chores and babysit, not help, butdo the. I watched as my shoulders were jerked down from the weight of my breasts as they fell into place and swung slowly back and forth. The bottom of my tits, my inner thighs and the lower half of my face glistened from dried pussy juice. As I played with my breasts I realized that if I didn't get going fresh juice was going to be running down the insides of my thighs. Picking up the bibs I pulled them up my legs and slid the broad straps over my shoulders. The bibs were going to work well.