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  • And who knows how many others? He doesn’t deserve to get away unpunished, and he won’t. But hurting him physically will only lead to more trouble.” Breathing heavily, no longer thinking about cursing Michael into oblivion, Harry started to calm down. Hermione was right. As usual. “Then what do you suggest we do?” Asked Harry, not able to think of a punishment suitable enough for Michael. Hermione seemed to be struggling to say it. As if it was something unspeakable. Something truly terrible. “We’re going to get him expelled.” Chapter Twenty-One ELENA The drip of water, the howl of wind. The cold on my naked body. One breath, then another. That was what Adarian taught me so long ago. The room was lit by a barred window. It cast a dim ray onto my body, centering my exposed belly with a square of light. I was strapped to a wooden board in my cell, my limbs stretched in a public spread-eagle, open and asian helpless. The binds were unescapable, I knew, for I’d placed many beasts in them myself. Only for them, the worst interrogation practice had been waterboarding, and that would be the best of it for me. If I was lucky. I wasn’t under ranger jurisdiction anymore. I’d been handed off to the royal guard. I felt a sudden surge of panic, and my limbs flexed against the board, my teeth gritting to suppress my shriek of terror. One breath, then another. I brought myself back into my mind, and felt the mania ebb from me, but not the dread. I knew what was going to happen. I am going to be tortured. I thought rationally, They aren’t going to stop when I scream, or when I spill every secret, or when I beg for death. They aren’t going to stop until there’s nothing left. My mind raced with the possibilities, each one darker than the last. Was it the pain that terrified me the most, or the mutilation? The mutilation. Each smash of the hammer, each grind of the saw, each cut of the knife would remove more than just flesh and bone. No more playing the violin, no more drawing a schoolgirls bow, no more making love, no more running, no more walking, no more standing, no more tasting, no more seeing. Another wave of panic gripped me, my blood running cold, my heart pounding against my chest until I thought it would explode! I want to be a girl getting fucked by a guy." I was on the couch, screwing around on my laptop and watching TV, Momo was next to me, snoozing in a sunbeam, and Sonja was overseeing a game of checkers between Chloe and Leah. It was at this point that John had let out his old man's version of a schoolgirls "cum-grunt," and the sperm was starting to generously flow out of the tip of his penis. She lost all her will and fell into submissiveness. In a moment Erika started to moan, she was enjoying this without a doubt. “Please,” Ava said, stepping forward. I moaned and moved slightly trying to reach and slow him down, but two more men grabbed my arms. Nothing deliberate but just if we hugged or if we were passing each other. “Probably not,” I said. She cried out. “Saphique's licking tongue! He then began to admire her perfect young body big firm tits topped with huge pink nipples begging for attention, her flat smooth tummy, her hairless wet pussy and her long sexy legs stretched out. Heather took something out of a small box that was in her suitcase and then went into the bathroom. EVERY FUCKING PERSON IN THE CASTLE...I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I do want to. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and I decided it was time for me to invade that asian forbidden passage between my Mom's legs. If she was nervous, she wasn't showing it. She looked stunning. Joe was grunting louder and louder as Nora sucked his cock. Now Nina can take one of me holding your cock. “Then it’s a deal.” I licked my lips thinking, 'I'd love to have my hands on that!' "Oh Jimmy, that’s one of the things I love about you. Her pussy said. Releasing a heavy sigh, James stepped out of public the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. Her pussy was flooding her thighs and my face and it got worse when I drew my tongue’s tip lightly over her clit.
  • Soon my cum began flowing from her, dripping slowly at first. Donna came and knelt in front of Abby, and kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss and told Abby, “Squeeze it from your pussy, feed it to your mommy.” she squeezed and a large glob came out. “Tell her to eat it.” Donna whispered. “Eat the cum from your babys pussy mommy. Eat me clean.” Abby was good at that dirty talk. Jessica did as she was told, first letting the droppings fall in her mouth and swallowing them, then licking and cleaning her daughters cunt thoroughly. She cleaned it inside as far as her tounge would reach, then began fingering her and licking her fingers clean. A sticky stream of mucus connected mothers mouth to daughters pussy as Abby stood on shaky legs. Donna helped Jessica to her feet, and mother and daughter kissed passionately. My neighbour Jack has a very sexy and attractive young wife, Doris, who is half Chinese public and very small and slim, only about five feet tall. She has a very neat, curvy figure, with small high set tits, slender legs, a nicely rounded bottom, and a very appealing smile. My very good fortune is that Jack enjoys having her used, and he has asked me to write about it all. He is, however, very careful about these activities. He does not want his wife damaged, of course, but also he does not want her to remember anything afterwards. He used to do this by getting her very drunk, sometimes with a little help, but now he has a better way, a friend in the shape of Joe, a retired stage magician, who can use hypnosis on Doris leaving her with no memory of what has taken place. Jack was waiting for me to come home asian one evening, and came out to speak to me. He said that someone he knew was very keen on entertaining Doris, as he put it, and he had arranged to take Doris schoolgirls to "see" him. He hoped I could go with Joe and himself that Friday evening. Of course I could! He also told me that there would be a second visit the following Friday as well, so that Doris could recover a bit before we had another session with her. The Friday arrived. I went next door as arranged to find Joe had already had his little "talk" with Doris, who looked absolutely gorgeous dressed in an above the knee pleated skirt and a fairly tight fitting shirt, and heels. Her dark hair was styled with a fringe framing her pretty face, and her eye makeup made her look perhaps a little more oriental than usual. As we all walked out to the car, Joe whispered that tonight Doris would be aware of everything, and even though she might show some reluctance and might have to be persuaded, she would ultimately be compliant. "Should be good," he smiled, climbing into the car. The front of the house was in darkness as we drove up. However when Jack went to the door, sure enough it opened and he led us all in. There was a dim light coming from a basement room, and this was where we were headed. The room itself was quite large, dimly lit, and our host James stepped forward and took Doris's hand. "Let me introduce you," he said. "This is Thomas, my personal assistant." Thomas was tall and fit looking, and merely stared down at the small figure of Doris. "This is my friend, Rita." Rita was blonde, perhaps 50, hard looking, but she smiled sweetly at Doris and said. "Hello," before turning to James and remarking, "She's cute and sweet. I like the look of her." James smiled and nodded, and next was a young girl seated next to Rita. "This is Rita's friend, Lucy." Lucy stared up at Doris standing before her, but said nothing. Her face was pretty, but she looked sullen, almost sneering. We all sat down, except James and Doris. Despite her earlier conditioning to be obedient, Doris looked puzzled as James took Rita's hand and helped her to her feet, saying with a smile, "I will leave you in Rita's hands, now, Doris." Smiling, no doubt in anticipation, Rita said, "Come and stand over here," and led Doris towards the side of the room. The couches were arranged in a semi circle facing that wall. Suddenly all the lights dimmed, and a light came on above the two figures, and also lit up the wall, which contained a giant mirror. However, Bobby and Sammy ask a question, “Boss, do you want us to wear our sidearm when we leave the Chateau for something such as grocery public shopping?” Bobby asks. Damnit! “Mmm, but I could ride your dick for a year straight and cum the entire time.” Hartwell told Lucie. Warrick found his wife’s behavior a little peculiar. Fucking became steady. Kay has always been very vocal and this time was no schoolgirls asian different. I can't believe I was being raped by my junior brother, he was deep in me fucking me hard and spanking the hell out of me and choking me at intervals. “Yeah, I know,” he said. That time she slapped him pretty hard on the arm. Immediately she could feel his cock get even harder as her statement, along with her humming sent the boy over the edge. She started blinking herself and looked down at her hands again. An open posture, while a good sign, needs to be taken in context as part of a series of positive cues. My cunt grew hotter and hotter as I stared at her juicy cunt. Most of them were what they’d like to do to me and for one minute I considered forgetting the massage and going with them. It's so full of cum you won't believe it.”