“You’ll asian have to leave your heels here, come back again if you want to get them,” I said in as much of a masculine tone I could muster. I could guarantee another visit from Michelle, and while waiting, it was a trophy for me, the scent and sight of a conquest. I would later come to the realization one of the best gifts Michelle gave me was confidence. Being with her gave me the courage to be more demanding of my wants sexually and to be more confident around women in general. Expressing what I wanted her to do, what I wanted her to wear and dirty talk just came out naturally around her. After Michelle had gotten dressed and collected herself, I picked her up and made my way down the flights of stairs back to her car where I saw her off. Our afternoon frolic would play in my head for the rest of the day followed by a sleepless night of fantasizing about what I would do to her on our next escapade. I finally decided upon buying a leash and collar before dozing off. CHAPTER TWO: INSPECTIONS It occurs to her in the babe early hours of the morning when she can’t sleep that she could go to Dumbledore and tell him what happened. There’s no way he’d allow such a thing to happen in the school, certainly, but Hermione fears what would happen to her if she spoke of what Umbridge made her do. Not only would she probably have to be removed from the school for her own protection—with the Minister placing Professor Umbridge in the school, they wouldn’t be Lesbian able to force Fingering Umbridge out—but that would mean she’d have to leave Harry, and she can’t possibly do that. Not to mention that if she told anyone else what Umbridge and Fudge did to her, then more people would know, and Hermione can’t bear the thought of anyone else knowing what they forced her to do. So after breakfast on Saturday, despite the fear and dread coursing through her body, Hermione finds herself knocking on Professor Umbridge’s japanese office door. “Enter, dear,” the professor calls from within, her voice sugary sweet, putting on airs, as though she hadn’t caned her forty times over the Minister’s desk last night. Hermione follows instructions, closing the door behind her. Umbridge is sitting at her desk grading papers with a bright pink quill. “Um, this will sound really odd, but I have a sister who has tried to get pregnant with several different guys and so far, she has been unsuccessful. I said, "Do you love your sister?" They japanese had a plumpness. First shaken by the sound of entry, Harold and his wife jumped out of their bed upon hearing asian the bloodcurdling screams of their sons. While I was sure her parents gave lip service to babe supporting gay rights and marriage, I doubted they wanted a daughter who devoured pussy. It was the equivalent to how it felt waiting for Christmas to come when you were a kid. Leesha wraps her arms around my neck and leans in as Lesbian if she’s about to kiss me, but her mouth moves to my ear, not my face, sinking into the red tresses of my hair. Then I say what they said, to other people. “When you stopped time during the second hour, we came Fingering across your parents. I haven’t had decent company in only God knows how long. you know.”