I didn't say no. I didn't fight back. I watched him undo those brown pants and slide his cock out. He stepped forward and brought this hardening cock ...owards my mouth. I opened. I accepted. How did this happen? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I was sucking his cock again, and it felt good. I could feel my throat relax as his cock stretched me deep, gagging me... but I didn't care. I wanted to be used. "Ya, that's it bitch boi," he chuckled... there it was, my favourite nickname.... . are there any big crowds tonight in Europe?”Almost immediately, Io replied, “Well, Barça plays Real Madrid in futbol – soccer to Americans – in four hours in Madrid. There will be nearly 100,000 people in the stands. The Brazilian national team plays Mexico in a practice match in São Paulo, there will be 125,000 people there. That will be a night game, so that’s about ten hours from now.”“We can use the same basic speech, changing only the language, in both stadiums.”“Stadia...”“Huh? Oh.. In the past, it was rare that she and Harry would act without Ron. But lately, they all seemed to be acting without the others. She worried their lives were becoming more separate from each other, that the raw trust of children couldn’t hold them together anymore. Months before, when she’d become trapped in her own mind, she’d gone to look in on that moment with the troll, the event she felt led them all to each other. She’d told Harry and Dumbledore that she’d learned everything she needed. ..is that my fucking make up on your face? What is wrong with you?" Brandi asked."I...I...I just wanted to please myself anally. I wanted to pretend that I was a cute little slut while I fucked myself with your strapon," I said."So, you like being anally fucked like a little slut, yeah? You like using other people's sex toys?" Brandi asked."I am so sorry, Brandi," I said.I tried to pull up the thong to cover my dick and balls."Stop. What are you doing?" Brandi asked."I'm pulling up your thong.