Therewas a soft knock at the door."Come in," I said softly, turning away from the door."Ok. Let's just get some measurements," she said. She said so...ething else, some small talk that I didn't even register.She was standing there in front of me, our height not that muchdifferent. Just the two of us in that tiny room. She brought her armsaround me, her face inches from my breasts, as she quickly measured mywaist. I could smell her scent. I looked closely at her face until shelooked up and. I remembered nothing of this. Finally, I was 'conscious' again. I looked around, to see all of my girls looking at me, watching what happened.The next ten days were spent basking in the love we had for each other. We spent as much time with each other as we could, not knowing what the future held for each other and our relationships with each other. I spent as much time as I could with Victoria. It was a bittersweet time for us. We both considered it likely that if we cycled one last time that. /'Harry, Jr.' on the other hand reveled in the attention. It stood proud as if it was saying "Hey, look at me!" Quite impressive, Mr. Potter," said Hermione, as if she was grading one of his papers. "You should be proud."Harry felt his skin turn red at Hermione's comments and 'Harry, Jr.' stood even taller."Seeing as you're naked, which I might have had something to do with that - but I admit nothing, mind you- and I am dressed," Hermione said theatrically, "let's even the score a bit"Hermione. I knew losing Becky would be the worse thing that even happened to me. But, I had only one answer."Mr. Williams, I'll do almost anything you want me to do. But, sir, I will not do that!"I was nauseous I was so frightened, but something told me I had answered correctly. Mr. Williams looked at Trudy and smiled. She looked chastised, that smug expression wiped from her face."That's the correct answer, Bob. I was testing you. Trudy, come get over the desk." Yes, Mr. Williams," Trudy answered in a.