She consented.’ ‘No lawyer?’ A strange look came over her face as she walked over to Harry’s side of the table. Sitting down she let her leg b...rush against his as she answered, ‘No, she was okay alone.’ Harry inched away from her but she grabbed his hand and placed it on her thigh. Her grip tightened as he tried to move it away. ‘Kacie, are you feeling all right?’ ‘You tell me Harry, how do I feel?’ taking his hand and guiding it under her skirt. Harry had been attracted to the tall prosecutor. He was ordered to lie on it with assistance from the cane, he was tied about the middle with his arms at his side and his ankles were also bound, and he was then strapped to the bench. Whilst the one who had led him, a black haired beauty with ample hips took mechanical clippers from a pouch and cropped the hair from his head, her accomplice so fond of the cane teased his cock to an erection. Rico squirmed on the sticky bench as the cane woman, a curvaceous blonde with her hair in a bun, leaned. " That's a lot to miss," said Ron. "Instead of asking for a volunteer on this one, maybe we should draw lots."Hermione pulled a scrap piece of parchment from her bag, and after she tore it into pieces, Harry's friends each wrote their name down on the piece Hermione gave them. Imogen passed over her hat."Put the pieces in my toque," she said. "My hat, I mean," she added hastily in response to the looks she got. "Then Harry can draw the so-called winner."Neville, the Weasleys, Hermione, Imogen. Just wait until I get you alone.’ Sharon was laughing and sipping her wine when I challenged, ‘Let’s see how fast the MI5 Special Assistant takes me down?’ She and Sing and Jeremy traded glances before she put down her glass and sauntered in my direction. I jockeyed in a defensive circle waiting for her move. The others were silent, seeing that something serious was going on. I feinted with the back of my hand and she answered with a well aimed foot. Thanks to Sing’s training, I dodged to one.