The bra only supported her breasts, it did not cover her big brown nipples. The skirt was short mid thigh when she walked in. When she sat down it had...ridden up her long tanned legs to her crotch. She sat with her legs crossed. The black high heels were at least 4" high. One shoe dangled on her toes. "Now Mrs West what does your husband lack?" "Where shall I start. A spine. Sex Drive. A big long thick HARD cock. A … " "Mrs West how often do want sex?" "Everyday. I want to be fucked hard. Rough. Much to my momentary dismay, you take your hand from between my legs and reach up to the pillows to grab the silky pale blue nightgown I had been wearing earlier. Returning back with lingerie in hand, you oh-so-slowly graze the satiny material over my smooth lips, the sensations forcing my mouth open but no sound could come out, chills running up and down my spine and my hips involuntarily buck up and down a couple times. I am vibrating with need, muscles clenching and unclenching, doing what I. I was learning to accept the restrictions theyimposed and work with them instead of struggling against them all thetime. Not only that, but my body seemed to be gradually adjusting to anew shape and so, although my corset was just as tight as ever, it causedme less grief than it had to start with.Came the day, finally when Sister Sarah walked in her nightdress andnegligee and after giving little Henry a good working over, (damn her!)she gave me one of her evil smiles and I knew immediately that. She would much rather have been in the depths of the forest than sitting at a table, listening to the chatter of Umbridge and a few others, including Trelawney, who tonight of all nights had decided she would not have dinner alone, but instead in the Great Hall. McGonnigal suffered in silence as the Divination master made gloomy predictions of Imogen's demise. She could bear the silly woman's inanities, but it was extremely painful for the head of Gryffindor house to think that she might soon.