“I NEED to be touched that way.” She told me. “Every woman does.Like I said, it’s God’s gift.” “Right.” I told her. “If you would...like,” She said. “You can touch me that way. You canfeel God with me whenever circumstances permit. Would you like that?” I raised my eyebrows. If I had heard her right, she was offering tolet me fuck her whenever we could. Did I feel like that? Is the governmentcorrupt? “Yes.” I told her. “I would like that a lot.” She smiled, pulling her nightgown down.. None of that mattered though. Not really. What mattered more than anything else was the fact that his godfather Sirius Black had died, killed by his own psychotic cousin, and all because of Harry. If he had only remembered about the mirrors, if he had remembered that Snape was an Order member, if, if, if...But most of the blame lay with Albus Bloody Dumbledore. Because Albus Bloody Dumbledore thought he was fucking god and only he knew what was best. Harry started to feel something now: cold. A loud cackle, almost a screech filled her ears and she was flung into the air, the arm slipping from her ass, her entrails a tether, dangling her upside down over a chasm without bottom; a void dark and sparkling. A flash and whips caressed her back, her sides, her front. They struck again, this time not a caress; striking again and again, tearing her flesh, the blood running down onto her face, soaking her hair, dripping into the void. The whips wrapped around her breasts, tightening,. " Oh fuck, oh shit this feels sooooo good, oh god my cunt is on fire, aarrrrgggghhhh fuck i'm sooo wet, i'mmmmm gonna cuuum, gonna cuuuum, cuuuuuummmmmiiiing, fuuuuuuuuuuck". The both watched as Jane buried her two fingers into her cunt, her little finger up her arse and pinched her nipple as hard as she could. Her whole body stiffened and ten seconds later started shaking as her body succumbed to her beautiful orgasm. Her mouth fell open, her pussy emptied it's juices over her fingers and.