It likes rules.Her skin was flushed red, from the warm shower webcam and her orgasm.With that comment she walked upstairs to fold and put away laundry.This meant that she had to be pulled very wide apart for my tongue to be able to penetrate her.Do I hear some water running in the bathroom?I lifted her right leg and fat looked down at my cock filing her pussy until I came again in another fabulous orgasm.I liked the taste of her, she was slick granny with lust which I began to lick from her.I feel it is stretched beyond anything I could achieve with just straining.Whatever the reason, I was thankful that she left us alone.I wanted to watch her fuck a bunch of other guys on my list first, before she finally got pregnant. What coed beauty would my wife get to enjoy first?To be continued... CHAPTER TWO: INSPECTIONSIt occurs to her in the 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 able to force Umbridge webcam 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 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 fat 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. Please strip off your clothes and put them in your bag, Miss Granger, she instructs without looking at her. Then place your granny bag in the cabinet to your left. Tears fall down her face as Hermione complies with the order, using last night’s ‘dress code’ as a guide. Her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties are unceremoniously shoved in her bookbag as she removes them, and then she walks over to the cabinet Umbridge had indicated and places the bag inside it. Your shoes too, please, Umbridge calls out.Hermione bends down to take off her shoes, her face flushing as she realizes what sort of view she is giving to her teacher. She places her shoes in the cabinet as well and closes it, walking back to stand in front of Professor Umbridge in only her socks and her red and gold Gryffindor tie.When Umbridge finally looks up, Hermione watches as she licks her lips and smiles cruelly at her. What a lovely sight you are, bared before me. Lust shines in her teacher’s eyes as they look over her abused body. The blood and cum dried on your thighs, the handprint bruises on your tits, and the marks from the cane on your arse are a really lovely look on you, don’t you agree?