Another eight go on around the previous eight per his direction. The electric fire really starts to burn now. I fight the urge to remove the eight I h...d just put on. He focuses me back to my task at hand. Four more on each breast, after two kisses on each pin. Not giving me time to think, he has me triple kiss the next set of eight as I put them on my flesh, the lighting inferno striking each one of my breasts as the last pin goes on. My breasts are balls of fire with the pain; there are twenty. He could have helped me with the throbbing between my thighs…I got dressed, putting just a black bra and a tight sweater which material grazed my nipples, hardening them even more and heating my pussy up slightly again. To finish I put on just a tight skirt, with no underwear at all.The phone rang; it was my husband calling from this far city. We talked for a few minutes and I said I needed to finish getting dressed for going to my office. Victor said he should have been here to pound my hot. He thought that 2 am was an odd hour for paperwork but he followed her orders obediently. Once they reached her office, she locked the door and commanded him to take a seat. He sat down and to his surprise felt himself handcuffed behind his back. ‘Ma’am is this really necessary?’ and, the next thing he felt was her night stick at his throat. ‘You want this to be quick and easy don’t you? – shut up then and let me do the talking’. The nightstick remained at his neck but he also felt a pair of. ” His dad asked, “How is Padfoot doing? Is he still sweet on that Abbot girl?”. Harry could not speak. Just then he felt a hand on his back, he turned and found Ginny standing there with tears in her eyes. “Is that a Weasley?” asked his mother. “She was a Weasley mum, now she’s my wife Ginny Potter.” James got a devious smile, “Your just like me at your age, aren't you?” His mother looked shocked. Then she smiled and said to Ginny “Welcome to the family Ginny, but why did you get married so.