He was gaining a sense he had never felt before. Hermonie was quite enjoying her self, the feeling she was feeling was much better then her feeling th...t she got when masturbating. This was a feeling that could never be read from any book or induced by any spell. She was getting one of-a-kind-hands on training with the one and only Harry Potter. Her breath was shorting now, the feeling of another organism had now become known to her after about four minutes of sex with the famed Harry potter.. She let out an involuntary whimper as the two men hoisted the cage again."Shut up," said one of them, as if talking to a pet dog that couldn't stop barking.Jane tried her best to keep quiet, but she started sobbing uncontrollably again, the tears running down her cheeks and joining the puddle of hosewater on the cage's floor.The men put her down again and rang the doorbell. After a short while, another man answered."So this is the package," she heard him say. His voice was all nasal and. He had assured me he was a knot specialist and I handed him my silk chord of several meters length. Feeling him knot my wrists behind my head then feed the end down my tunic at my back and pull it against the darkening stain of my panties, where I wetted uncontrollably and back up my front, between my nipples, by now hard and rubbery as he had opened my top all the way down, unclasping every button, until the only decency on me was my panties, being cut by the tightness he had the rope, as he. The dress that she was wearing was strapless and had an elastic-like top that conformed to her breasts so I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.She caught my gaze and laughed, “eyes up here!”Embarrassed that I’d been caught looking I looked back up at her smiling face. “Sorry.”She laughed again and sheepishly asked, “Do you want to see them again?” She didn’t wait for me to answer as she gripped the top of the stretchy material of her top and pulled it down. I was speechless as I stared at.