Umbridge had not troubled to join the volunteers. If she were sure that the boy had not been kidnapped by someone who mattered, she would have been in...the forefront of the search party. But suppose the Ministry were behind the disappearance? After all, Umbridge herself had orchestrated the Dementor attack on Harry Potter over the summer. Perhaps other Ministry officials had taken the boy. It was also possible that he-who-must-not-be-named was responsible, in which case Umbirdge would be wise to. “I’ll be right back.” She took the bad plate and vanished back in the rear area of the store. She was back in less than a minute. This plate she carried was slightly larger and much thicker. She handed it to him and he studied it carefully. He didn’t find any notable faults. “This one should work. Do you want it for air or water?” he asked.“Make that one for open air. Will I be able to control it?” she asked.“Yes, I set it up so you can tell it to get warmer or cooler. It also has a limit on. His cock was now fully erect, I felt it grow in my hand and it was now rock hard, his glistening purple head fully on show."Jack, it will never fit. I'm tight, you've seen the videos." Just lick, suck it, cmon, we're live here!"Shit, I'd totally forgotten about the camera, so transfixed was I by his pulsating cock. I stuck out a tongue and slowly licked from the base up to his head, where his precum stuck to my tongue as I started down from the base again. Jack was moaning loudly as I repeated. Let’s start with the big ‘S’ word, sex. Here is a part of nature ... a very big part, and there is nothing secretive, hidden or suppressed about it. It’s a part of the air that we breathe and the water that we drink. It’s in our very blood and often seemingly the very outer part of our skin. It’s a celebration of life, of being a small part of nature every single minute of every day. Not something done occasionally as a romantic favor, irregularly, or done in the dark behind closed doors with.