"Please mister, please don't hurt me anymore. I will do anything you say. I will carry you, mister. Please don't kill me," she begs."Get on your knees..." Mr. Gaetz orders and sits down on her back.He presses the gun against the neck of the girl and tells her to get moving. Then he lifts his feet on her shoulders so that she would have to carry all of his weight.The girl is fearing that she will die if she isn't able to carry this man and from some almost unnatural resources she can find the. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?”“Uh, I am just calling to tell you, Señor Ralph, that your parrot died.”“My parrot? Dead? The one that won the international competition?”“Yes, Señor, that’s the one.”“Damn! That’s a pity. I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?”“From eating rotten meat, Señor Ralph.”“Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?”“Nobody, Señor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.”“Dead horse? What dead horse?”“The thoroughbred, Señor Ralph.”“My. He then reached over (there were bowls of rubbers and lube all over the room) grabbed a condom & lube. He put it on then lubed his cock good. I looked at my wife and she nodded at me, then I pulled down my pantyhose some and climbed on his cock, slowly easing it into me. I rode him slow as he grabbed my hips. it felt so awesome to be fucked in pantyhose and watched by my wife and other strangers. I looked over at my wife and she now had her skirt off and was fingering her pussy as she watched. “You think that my not being able to see the ground will help me relax?”“Right.” Ginny nodded. “It will let you focus on something other than the knowledge that you’re on a broom, maybe.”“Okay. We can try it,” Hermione agreed finally. She felt foolish for acting like a nervous first year, but Ginny was being very patient, especially considering she had a tendency to be impatient and brusque, so it wasn’t too bad.Ginny smiled and moved the material over Hermione’s eyes. The broom shifted.