Tracey did feel a bit better. If Heidi's parents did show up all they could do was assume what they had been doing behind the locked door instead of witnessing it. As with any stuck up Pureblood, Tracey still couldn't escape the idea that perceptions mattered for more than realities.
A low, desperate groan escape Tracey when Heidi's fingers were wiped against her thighs. There was something so dirty about Heidi cleaning her fingers on Tracey that sent even more wetness flooding her cunt. "I love it when you do that," she whimpered.
"Yes," she moaned encouragingly. Without meaning to, planning to play at least a little hard to get, Tracey's legs spread even further to allow Heidi more access. She felt a tine bit self conscious being splayed so widely.
"Are you sure you…want to do it this way?" Tracey asked bashfully knowing that Heidi would be very close to…a naughtier area…that way.