It was as always simply uneventful. The only surprise came when she got to her front door and found a sign. It simply read ‘Turn Around.’ And Tris...h did. She didn’t see him before his lips hit hers and his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her up against him. There was a moment when she considered fighting him but that faded almost immediately. ‘Who?’ She tried to form actual words when their lips broke but she was less interested in an answer than she was in fumbling her key into the lock. "I was bewildered. "Where?" I asked."You are the spectator constructed by the image itself, the viewer for whom this painting was created. You are now in the picture, an implication of the picture, and you will never escape this fate as long as the portrait exists." What?" I asked. All this was then beyond me. I am not an art theorist, only a spectacular seducer of women. But she was right in one respect. My eyes were transfixed by that portrait!Gleyre spoke gently but firmly. "I. “No,” I state pulling her hand off of me. “But I was just getting you off,” Lela replies confused that I stopped her. “No, I want more and frankly I think you should get something too,” I turn to face her and she’s confused and a little nervous. “Wait a minute,” Lela moves to take a step back but it’s too late. I grab her arm fast and force her back up against the wall, I have to move my body under her arm to trap her a little as my mouth finds her nipple and is suck hard. Quickly Lela uses her. Hermione arched herself backwards, stretching her breasts upwards and then she moved her chest towards Harry’s face, so his lips were barely an inch away from her breasts. The animal in Harry suddenly erupted. His moment had come.He grabbed both breasts roughly with his hands and started to fondle them. They felt perfect, firm but squishy at the same time. He dove his mouth onto Hermione’s right breast and began sucking quickly on her nipple, his tongue flitting in and out onto her nipple,.