Twice a week I would ride home on a later bus, sharing it with more workers than pupils. A couple of times a month I would take an even later bus if I...had been volunteering for something at school. The later bus was often less busy, but more edgy as people had been out for after work drinks.For some reason one morning I choose to sit in a different place, I just fancied a different view I guess. I took the bench seat behind one of the regulars, who was always joined by another a couple of stops. I quickly sat on one empty chair and waited for the train to start moving again that I quickly look around at my other fellow students obligated and busy on their own that I either took a chance or willingly dare and unbuttoned my coat and took it off of me. It felt good when I took off that damp sweaty coat. I also took off my boots and I felt much better then and put my stuff on the seat right next to me.I kind of fell asleep for like 5 minutes when the conductor woke me up to ask for my. She came up for an instant and whispered, "Piss!" She took my prick back into her throat and I released my bladder in a long steady stream.I could feel her throat work as she swallowed again and again. She licked me clean as she lifted off slowly. She was smiling. I looked at her curiously.She grinned. "I don't know why but I enjoyed it. You know that I love the taste of your cum. I just wanted your piss this morning, too. I remembered when you were injured that I drank and spat. It wasn't so. And I've grown to despise the majority of wizards all-together. You've made me this offer once before, though I suspect that was merely a grab to use me to get the Stone... But now I want in. I want to join you."Voldemort calmly observed his formidable nemesis with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he had expected the boy to come barging in and initiate a duel to the death, but Lord Voldemort was instead offered the greatest weapon in the war he's yet to acquire - the Boy-Who-Lived.