She walked around it and hugged me. "About time you got here." Let me guess. Robert called you?" She nodded. "I have GOT to remember to check the car ...or bugs." Well, perhaps he's done that, but he called Mike and I at home with the news a couple days ago. He said he had just got off the phone with you." I suppose he knew that I'd head down here," I said. "So did you pass the information on to Linda and Sue?"Pat's face fell and a cold hand seized my heart."Oh dear god. What happened?" Linda was. Anyway, you'll obviously provide your own underwear and shoes. Ladies, low heels only."She bent down and pulled off one of her own shoes, indicating the 2" heel. "This is as high as you can go, for comfort, if not safety. After 8 hours at Christmas, you'll be begging for trainers! Also, ladies, tights--or whatever-- must be opaque in winter, but they can be flesh-coloured in summer. It's now winter; summer starts after Easter." OK, uniforms. As you'll remember, I took all your sizes when you. It just reminded him of how he was alone…Well, not completely alone. Hermione was still there—not exactly the sort of company he was craving, but at least she was company, even if she was upset with him. Harry rolled his head toward the tent door to see if he could see the light from Hermione’s wand, and gave a strangled yelp.Hermione was standing just inside the door to the tent. She was staring, Harry realized, at Harry’s softening cock, her mouth wide open and her eyes wide, as though. She checked the message and smiled. She loved role playing and could tell that today was going to be the school girl fantasy, one of her favorites. Amanda, when in pigtails, looked 19 and innocent. This was, of course, ironic considering she was far from innocent and her fantasies were even further from such purity. She often fantasized about being gangbanged by her husband's buddies and being seduced and dominated by her good friend Lisa. Amanda sped home and obeyed her husband's commands.