Mundungus put down his pint and stared up at the money lender's face - more like half a face, for much of it was horribly scarred. Mundungus repressed...a shudder, and tried to sound confident."I'm good for it, don't you worry!. This one's a sure thing, I tell you. But I've got to get the money quick - in the next couple of hours or so, otherwise the chance will be gone!" But a 'undred quid!" said the man again. Handsome (for that was his nickname) cracked his knuckles as he considered the. Over and over again I slammed into her, grunting with exertion, driving her closer to the edge.“F-f-fuck yes!” she squealed. “Don’t stop! Oh! Yeah! Ohhh! Please!”“Shit! Come for me,” I spat out while I kept up the relentless assault.“There! Right there! I’m... Oh, fuck! ‘Bout to...”I growled, she screamed, and the hand holding her vibrator slammed down to the bed as she exploded into orgasm. I didn’t back off in the slightest. I kept slamming into her clenched canal, drawing out. I tell him as little as possible. There's no need to make him suffer, no need to punish him more than I must each time I ask him to bring me here." He studied her expression as she spoke, examining the smallest of gestures, searching for truth in the arch of a brow, or the corners of her mouth where full lips met to reveal fleeting glimpses of those things she tried hardest to conceal. Now no longer comforted by his sympathetic smile, she clung in vain to her strength as it slowly slipped away,. "Master likes his fun, part of which is inflicting a little pain. Why get him excited over having a little bit of his fun snatched out from under him, when he'd already directed that I lube you with spit?" She eyed Sharon sidelong, "Do you always do that?" No. Armand told me Sunday that he was going to have me anally today. You never know when he's telling you something just to mess with your mind, but I figured a little preparation wouldn't hurt. Usually, he doesn't warn me about what he's.