"Salome nodded. "Yes, Master."With a nod to me, Jack headed off to continue doing whatever he had interrupted to hand Serena over to me. I waited unti... he had re-entered the house before turning back to the two Slaves."Jack has made a couple of suggestions to me and I'm inclined to agree with him. I can always change my mind later if I decide differently." I turned to Serena. "Slave, I don't want to hear anything on the subject of surrendering your virginity." Serena pouted and looked cute, but. "I smiled, "Then it might be the time for me to tell you I resign. I will not break protocol any more than I already have, so let me give you my resignation. I will e-mail you a scanned copy of a signed letter by this afternoon. Now go away and leave me alone." Okay, okay, I'll give you the address, but this is a classified address and you will not disclose it to anyone, do you hear me?" I hear you. I have a pen and my pad, where is this secret place?" 4615 Morgan, Downtown. Go to the blacked. There were only a few in the club who could duel Draco on close to even terms. Draco's loss to Imogen in October was such a bizarre fluke that his Slytherin friends rejected it as having been achieved by Gryffindor trickery of some kind. Weighing everything in the balance, most of the Slytherins felt reasonably confident that their man would prevail.But immediately things went badly for Draco. After the combatants exchanged salutes, within seconds Harry had paralyzed Draco's right arm: his wand. His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the water in the glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw shed closed her eyes. After another few seconds, he saw her pressing her lips together tighter. What do you think, John? Is that the vibrator? Or is it the wire up her ass? Or the one in her pussy. Oh, fuck! John moaned, his cock stiff at attention now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger still on the button, eyes getting wide. John. John, enough, Lora said. She reached across.