I get it," Becca threw her arms in the air, looking at Mr. Ford. "He's fucking blackmailing us."I am? "I am," I cut Becca off."Fine. What do you want?...Money?" Becca crossed her arms, suddenly conscious of her tits being exposed to a sophomore. "No, I don't want money." I was just talking at this point. I don't know what I wanted.Becca squinted her eyes and stared at me for a while. "Fine," she finally said. "C'mon." She pushed Mr. Ford's door open and walked out.What. The. Fuck. I followed. “Sam, Is that you?” I looked her over for a second before realising who it was. “Rebecca?” She was one of my best friends at school, but she'd moved away suddenly a few years back. “Oh my god, it is you” She almost squealed “Steven said he was sending a friend over, but I had no idea it was you.” We talked for a while, catching up and talking about our old school. While we talked we walked around the shop, I occasionally picked up some things. Then she took me to the back room, where the more. She squealed and laughed as I pushed her dress up over her ass to reveal a purple thong. My mouth was watering, I pulled it to the side and buried my face in there as deep as I could.I licked her. She was soooo wet and she moaned aloud. I have a bit of a fetish for rimming a sexy ass and as I moved my tongue to her tight rosebud she gasped but pushed back ,“Oh fuck yes, you dirty bastard! That is sooo hot!”I slipped a finger into her pussy and continued licking her ass. Then without warning, I. ‘Holy shit!’ he exclaimed moments later, after reading the description thoroughly. Ron’s mind raced with what he could do with such a potion. He also recognized the nature of the potion, which instantly reminded him of the Spellbook of Desires. Ron would have been more inquisitive, possibly even going up to their room and looking for the book, but because he didn’t want to miss the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students, he didn’t have anytime to sneak around. Ron put the bottle of.