She needed to be fucked. Pulling her off his dick, Professor Slughorn jerked her to her feet and bent her over his desk. His hands ran over her young,...supple ass. All you girls wearing these short skirts, he groaned, slipping two fingers into her wet pussy, sliding them in and out until she withered. Teasing. You know what youre doing. I bet you all want ole Slughorns cock. Now you get it. Removing his fingers, he lined up his dick before ramming it home. He fucked her without mercy, holding. “Yes, sir, we are getting aerial confirmation from drones near Kirkuk, and it’s worse than that.”“Talk to me, Major.”“They have hit at least two A-teams working with the Peshmerga. We had confirmation from a commo sergeant in one of them, and both are off the air. They are using mustard gas, and it’s pretty ugly,” he continued.I expelled my breath softly. “Ohhhhh ... shit!” Every eye in the room was on me. “All right, give me fifteen minutes to take a quick shower and dress. When I get back, I. "You think any ofthose people give a fuck what I did to that thing they got strung up?They don't care what anyone does so long as it still works in the end. Sofuck off and keep your "moral fiber" for someone who gives a shit, okay?"And with that, he left Peter to watch over the lab and stew.Meanwhile Mike had been working with his own team as they continued towork on the hardsuits. They were having better luck with the green Linnahardsuit and were able to remove the transmitter from it. Despite. What I noticed was that they were sometimes on top of the pile, and it looked like there was more cum in the gusset than I remembered being left there.James and I are the only ones living in the townhome, so it was pretty clear that James had been doing something with my underwear. I didn’t want to challenge him directly about it and embarrass him, so I decided to start paying more attention to what he was doing in the evening after I got home from work.I usually go to bed at about 10:30 pm.