. Ten.”Hermione opened her mouth to beg again but she wasn’t called bright for nothing, she knew that itwill only increase the number of spanks. �...�Ok Professor... ” she sobbed.“You will count the number of slaps. If you miss the count, it’ll start again.”“Yes sir” Hermione grovelled. Then she felt her bum on fire again. She screamed. Again. She gaveanother howl.“Who’ll count them, bitch. They will start again. Now count.” Snape slapped her bottom again.“One”Whack....“Twooooo... This was Marjorie. HisMarjorie. "This might be a little hard to explain..."The man took a deep breath and looked straight at Carl. "If you tell me,I'll believe it." Carl could see it in her eyes. Marjorie knew him, too.He explained about the genie, the wishes, and the conditions. He left offthe literal deadline for his wishes. If she didn't remember her dementiahe didn't want to be the one to tell her."Well," she said when he finished, "I'd say your genie managed to get thebetter of you. But I. She wished he wouldn't resist her playing housewife, however. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality. The question was how she would ever settle for a normal reality after experiencing the fantasy with this extraordinary man.He dressed slowly, leaving the kitchen to her as her domain. He wished, however, that she would stop these flirtatious offers of her housewifely skills. He had managed to resist ripping her open when she offered him the opportunity, but that time of temptation. She seemed to let it all happen as long as I kept sucking on her pussy, I had never seen a pussy so wet, my other hand felt around her body until it found a tit to grab hold of, fondleing it and playing with the nipple.I felt she was ready, 'You're going to get fucked Greek-style!' I said growling, without waiting I flipped her over on her belly, she put her ass up in the air, ready to get fucked. She looked around and said 'Careful! You're the first to go in there.', I fingered her ass a.