So I'm standing there with this fucking ...ummmm.....holy grail of nasty, stinky, crusty panties in my hand as my cock grew harder than marble......wh...n she walked into the tent. All of my military training instantly came into play as I stuffed her panties into my pocket. She walked over to where I was standing and I explained to her that I had put her clothes in the dryers. She was very thankful. She loaded her whites in the washer and added detergent. She started the machine as I stood. . Well, a human being whose coworkers had just been shot to death and who was now surrounded by a gang of ruffians with guns. She looked as if he had been flung from the fire to the frying pan, and Lata did not look like she was ready to be gentle. “Can you speak?” she asked, her voice flat as she slung her rifle over her shoulder, the strap hanging tight to her. The ghost nodded, mutely. “What are you doing here?”“I-I’m ... my name is ... I have a name,” the ghost whispered. “My name is. Snape was an expert at reading minds, but at some point during first term - certainly by October, but possibly even a bit earlier - he'd been struck by just how little he understood about himself. He found himself wishing that he could use his powers as a Legelimens to read his own mind. He'd even made attempts in this regard, staring into a mirror, and seeking to force his way past the various barriers his mind had built up against itself. He got nowhere, of course, but the fact he would even. "Stretching that pussy, huh boy," the old guy said."Come here," another demanded, "let's see what the tag says."As Daniel turned around, one of the guys grabbed hold of the tag. He readout loud. "Not for public use, YET. Pussy in training. Feel free to playwith it, but no fucking. Mouth IS open for business."As Daniel looked from one guy to the other, he couldn't help notice thegrowing bulges in their swimsuits. He heard himself whispering under hisbreath, "ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen�" Well,.