I guess she realized that I wanted more than her boobs, for she pushed me off, and made a vain attempt to get up. I slapped her again, following it up...with a blow to the hand supporting her. She collapsed, resuming the quiet sobbing that I preferred. The knot was tricky, and I contemplated asking her to undo it. I guessed she wouldn't comply till I'd beaten her to pulp, and this I wanted to avoid – she was moderately good looking after all. Instead, I somehow managed to pull out her folds,. "Thank you, Master," she said in a very small voice."Well, here's a how-de-do," I muttered, "what the hell do I do now?" Master?" What's your name?" I asked; that seemed like a logical starting point."They call me Candy," she said, "when it's not 'Bitch' or 'Slut'."The situation was getting to me. Different things cause different people stress; I do not cope well with ... well, young women who are not of voting age and not professional. As far as I could see this one was jail-bait. Physical. " Mrs. Gresham walked around her. "Let's try something. Sammi, hit a few directly at her."Sammi shrugged and did so. Grace hit every one of them back. She might be clumsy and get tangled in her own feet, but there was nothing wrong with her reflexes, or the power in her wrists. Those returns had come in hard."I think we'll try you two at doubles," Mrs. Gresham said at last. "Grace, you play up, Sammi will play back. Terry, you and Bill come over here and hit a few to the girls."At first Sammi. ‘Good idea brother… You never know when a photo of Rita Skeeter being doubled fucked could come in handy’ Fred responded as he picked up a camera and followed his brother out of Gryffindor Tower and towards the second floor girls’ bathroom.Harry and Ron hadn’t moved an inch since Rita had stripped her clothes off and had pulled down their trousers. She had taken hold of both of the sizeable and very stiff cocks and had begun sliding her small hands up and down over the pulsing members. Harry.