This was not as good as a truly random serial number, but Imogen did not know how to create one, and her solution would be good enough. A few minutes ...ater, she had a very impressive stack of fifty pound notes. Imogen made a number of tens and twenties as well.McGonagall was baffled by all this. Imogen explained that she was making copies of muggle money."But it's only paper!" exclaimed McGonagall. "It can't have any value." That's sort of true, professor. It is only paper. But it is valuable. She grasped in her hand a dark palm. She wasdragging along a big husky black guy, maybe 6 foot 5 and absolutelyjacked. I couldn't help but notice his hand was on her ass as she walkedthrough the hall and towards the staircase heading up to what I imaginedwere the bedrooms.Man, what a slut.But no less than 30 seconds later came Lana up the basement stairs. Goshshe looked even hotter now than she did in her cheerleading uniformearlier in the week when we met. She was wearing tight white pants and. She also was lightly running her fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over and around her hard nipples. Her nipples, if possible, grew more erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock pushed against my swim trunks. When the black-haired woman orgasmed from her husband's attention, the scene cut to the daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips.I got up, thinking I should have. "It begins," I say.You look nervous, not knowing exactly what I have planned; just knowing something risky is going to happen."I want you to stand up, turn and face the window as though you're watching something outside or looking at something. Don't look down "You get to your feet and do as I ask.After a moment your feel movement at the bottom of your dress. You don't need to look down, you know it's my hand. You feel my hand touch your leg near your knee... on the inside. I squeeze the leg.