A sneering “fuck” growls from his.They bang their bodies together --a sharp collision of crotches-- each ensuring the stinging smack of damp flesh...is felt by the other like the crack of a whip. Hips coil like gun hammers slamming forward, the clash just as stark and violent. He flips her over, shoving her to her knees and hands and slams her from behind with shuddering thrusts. She swears as if she’s being fucked by the devil, berating the temptation she has succumbed to with languishing. As she reached her chest she thought about the scene she had witnessed between Lavender and Parvati again. She cupped what was there but her small mounds barely filled her tiny hands. She could just squeeze them together to form a semblance of cleavage. As she began to squeeze and rub her chest her nipples became harder and she realized how good it felt to touch them. She hadn't really seen them this rigid before so she pinched one gently between her fingers. A shot of pleasure hit her lower. I’m sure she knew, but she never mentioned anything. As I approached Linda’s desk, she was straightening herself in her chair. She looked rather flushed and I asked if everything was alright, was she feeling okay. She hesitated as she looked at me and then said, “I was looking at some security footage from the warehouse yesterday.” Before she could finish, my mouth went dry and I got a sick feeling in my stomach. How could I have been so dumb as to not realize the security cameras would pick up. Bobbie didn’t say anything, she simply changed into last nights clothes and pottered around the apartment. ‘She wasn’t right, was she, about you being in love with me?’ Tim asked after a while. Bobbie gulped when she realised what he meant. ‘Of course not,’ she lied, turning her back to him. ‘You know that.’ ‘Yeah, I do,’ Tim said, looking relieved. ‘Gosh, I’d hate it if you did. It would just complicate things.’ ‘I agree,’ Bobbie said. This time, she was telling the truth. ‘I wouldn’t know.