Spencer knew what Carrow was playing at. Keeping her in the dark about where she was only gave more power to Carrow that she could hold over her. She was sure that they were in the bedchambers of the dark witch. But the lack of conformation wa enough to rile the controlling Ravenclaw. Trying to swing things he way, she pouted and squirmed against her bindings. Not only in arousal but maybe, she thought, if she could appeal to what she knew Carrow liked, she could regain some of the power. Or so she hope.
She made sure to make the cock as wet as she could so it wouldn't hurt. And not because she found it strangely thrilling to suck so wantonly on a toy like this. Hearing the question, as the cock was removed Spencer moaned at the loss. She had been enjoying herself. As she felt where the cock moved to, though, she groaned and arched her back. She nodded, unexplainable wanting to please her professor. And to get what she wanted faster - to be shagged rotten.
Feeling the cock enter her, Spencer gripped the bedspread and arched her back an let out a strained moan. It hurt, but it felt so good. "Please, professor..."