I managed to pull myself together and finish out the day, and on my way out of the office, I called her to say I was on my way."My final instructions ...or you, are as follows," I whispered. "Take off whatever you're currently wearing and go lay in bed. I need to take you as soon as I get home." Yes, my love," was her only answer.I'm sure you can believe my drive home was tense. It was tough to keep my mind on the road, and my cock was straining against my boxers. Pulling into the driveway, I. My 'chief assistant', was Denise.That was our life, until I was thirteen, and Denise was twelve. Our lives were transformed by freak happenstance.That day, as a 'treat', the sisters walked all the children to Freeman Park. It had all sorts of playground equipment, along with a huge field. That field was big enough to fly a kite. Some of the kids were doing just that, when it happened.I heard it, before I saw it. Recognizing what the sound was, I quit pushing the little girl on the swing, and. It was 1951, the middle of March. The trial of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg was still in the news. The high school that your mother and I attended was having a semi-parallel mock trial to it; I was 15 and a defense witness, and your mother was 16 and one of the prosecuting attorneys.”Mom had come out and wriggled down into Dad’s lap.“She called me to the stand, and after I was sworn in, she started to question me. She was so pretty, in her mother’s suit, wearing the glasses that she used to wear. He hoped it was hurting her morethan he could imagine.Pansy was enjoying the know-it-all’s plight. Serves her right for showing off in every class, shethought. She decided to add something to it. She motioned Draco to pull his finger out and began tountie her.Hermione had screamed herself hoarse by the time Draco took his finger out of her dirtiest hole. Shewas being untied. In the meantime she suffered some more blows with the cane on her butt crackwhich she knew was Snape’s doing. She heard.