Her breasts fell free of the material and I could see the imprints in her skin where the bones of the corset had been tight. I longed to touch the red...ridges, to run my fingers over them, kiss them, lick them. She reached down and slowly undid each of the clips around her stockings. Pulling down the skirt she was now only wearing her socks and a tiny thong. I was wet. She slowly slipped onto the bed and placing a hand on my chest she pushed me down. She straddled my hips and ground her mound. "Her master pushed her to her over a stack of tires. Another man bound her hands."Suck my cock slave!" He orderedPleasure surged through Heather. Her mouth opened and she started to blow a man she had only met. He grabbed her hair and she looked up at him."I said suck it you fuck bitch!" He growled as he pushed his cock down her throat.She gagged and pulled her mouth off the cock. Her eyes were tearing but then she felt her leash smack her ass again which made her scream and the men laugh. Her. The tight fitting crop-tops seemed to accentuate their breasts and the skirts - if they chose to wear them instead of the hip-hugging designer jeans or pants that hung low enough to expose the top of the crack of their bottom and waistband of the thong panties they inevitably wore - were short enough to expose plenty of thigh, even to the point of showing the girl's panties, thong or otherwise. If indeed they were wearing any.It was a uniform, or non-uniform in this case that was deliberately. The Slytherin boys smiled before leaving the unconscious Hermione at the hands of Malfoy and Pansy.‘What the fuck is she doing here?’ sighed an exhausted Pansy, with Malfoy’s cock still impaled deep within her pussy.‘I don’t know… Why the fuck are you on top of me’ replied Malfoy, not complaining, but curious to why she had started fucking him.‘I couldn’t help myself Draco!’ moaned Pansy, beginning to bounce up and down on his cock once again.‘Good enough for me’ replied Malfoy, knowing he.