"Ken darling, I better lock the front door. We don't want any surprises." I say as I ease away from him.Damn, I haven't been this horny in a long time... What is going on with mypanties? They feel too small in the front. I latch the deadbolt and walk over to the large mirror to examine the front of my shorts for cause of the problem. Ken slips up behind me and puts his hands under my sweater. He cups my big breasts and runs his hands over my flat tummy. Then he deftly unsnaps the clasp of my bra,. Melissa assumed they weren't there for their performance skills even though she liked to believe someone that studied psychology should be at least a little bit of a people person. That's one misconception already blown to pieces, she thought and glanced at the woman beside her.When Melissa caught the shimmer in the other woman's eyes she suddenly felt a cold chill along her spine. Her eyes were deep, dark and Melissa thought she could read doom and destruction in them. Where was she looking?. He pulled his hands out and sniffed them before smiling at me. He then pushed me back across the desk in the position he found me in, facing Steve with my arse pointing to the door. I felt his big hands land on either buttock and pressure was instantly applied pushing them apart stretching my anus and pussy flaps open. He held me open like this for a few seconds and I presumed he was inspecting the merchandise as he put it, my cheeks snapped back shut and he moved away from me over to a chair. “So lonely that you've started sucking off Malfoy for fun?” Hermione didn't even bother nodding her head. “Do you know what this means for you? For me? People will think we're on the same side. He's a fucking Death Eater for fuck's sake!” Hermione only grimaced at Harry's shouts. “I'm sorry, Harry,” she whispered softly. “I'm really really sorry. You just don't understand.” “You're damn right I don't understand! If this happens again or if people find out that you're fucking him, you're going.