I opened the door, and found all of the seating. With a happy squeal I set my empty cup down and proceeded to find my seat. It wasn’t too long after...that that the lights dimmed and the play started. Needless to say, amazing! I was oddly aroused, and wasn’t shocked at how gorgeous Daniel Radcliffe looked completely naked. The pictures I’d seen on the internet were either cut off at the waist or censored with a black block covering his genitals. He had an extremely cute ass, nice and tight. I. Even though hewas just a boy at the time, Mufasa had been driving him to his musicclass at the time, something Simba had begged and begged his father tolet him attend. If it weren't for him and that stupid class, theywouldn't have been in the car at the time. If it weren't for him, Mufasamight have still been around. And of course Scar had done little todissuade the idea or alleviate the guilt Simba felt. So he ran away.And now, fifteen years later, Simba had returned."Cut the crap, Scar!". Though we allowed our Board of directors to dole out small blocks of stock, Bob and I remained the majority stock holders. The thing about Bob and I was that we agreed on only one thing; That as long as we could talk to each other we could work everything else out. On virtually everything else, we started out at opposite ends of the spectrum. We would begin what everyone else thought was an intense, subdued argument, and by keeping our egos out of it, through our magical process, we would work. But she didn't plead.I took another needle with my left hand, grabbed Mandy's right breast and sent the needle inside it sideways. Again, Mandy screamed like an a****l and contorted wildly. I waited a bit; then, I held the needles I had inserted from the outside of the breasts one with each hand, and, looking straight into Mandy’s face, started squeezing them. Mandy squirmed and contorted, screaming continually; when she was about to faint, I stopped. Your poor Mandy was moaning and sobbing.I.