"It wasn't?" she queried with all innocence. "Perhaps you should be more precise in what you are asking then."
Astoria was getting snippy in her nervous fright. She rarely let anyone touch her back, and she never went under the clothes. Emma seemed intent on pushing this further then Astoria had ever been before. Her demand gave her a brief respite to think and collect herself. The Slytherin knew that if she lost herself in pleasure, then she would not be able to stop Emma. Astoria was such a slag at heart.
"Your hand? How very uncreative," she mocked. "Well? Can you tell?" she demanded to know...of course her panties were wet.