You had Ellen like this for a lot longer. If she could take it so can you. And I’m not done yet.” She gave my thigh another smack. That seemed to ...nspire her, and I felt the dildo moving in me again. After being so well fucked my ass now had no major complaints. It was stretched and could accommodate the dildo with relative ease. Roberta fucked me again, this time taking much longer to build to her orgasm, the vibe’s sound reaching several notches higher in pitch as she proceeded. Often Roberta. Mr. Barton had asked her to do this – it prevented their erections from subsiding no matter how much torture they were subjected to. There was a knock on the door. Dan’s voice: “You’re on in five minutes – just nine lashes to go.” Ibby was in hell. Covered in disgusting leftover food sludge all over, her open pussy was being whipped hard. All sexual excitement had long gone. This was just sheer hell. Then it was, sort of, over. For this month. To live with the knowledge that this hell was going. The ride back to Rita's was an adventure. I was so drunk that I had to have Pat pull over several times so I could throw up. When we did finally arrive, Rita was at the door waiting. She took one look at me and said, "What's going on here? Amanda, are you drunk again? Patricia, how could you let her do this to herself? What kind of friend are you?" "Hey, don't blame me for this. I found her this way at Murph's," Pat said angrily. I smiled stupidly and said "Hi, Ma." I leaned towards her to give. Fair use policy is in effect, no copyright infringement intended. Harry could not say how long he had slept. It could have been weeks, months. He had never felt this well-rested in his life. For the first time since that fateful Hallow's eve in 1981, he had slept without the burden of a mental connection to lord Voldemort, able to wake him at any time, intrude on his peaceful dreams no matter what sleeping draughts or incantations he used. When he finally awoke, he found Ginny sitting on Dean.