A carefully aimed barb there. It was part of their game, yes, part of how they bantered, but he had been taking note of her misbehavior and planning t...e consequences she so deeply desired.When she told him he was a pansy for letting her brat him so much, he decided it was time to teach her a lesson. He didn't take it personally - in fact, he smiled at the audacity of the little slut, but he also knew that it was time she understood that, although he patiently allowed her barbs and jabs, he also. I knew I wasn’t. The thought never crossed my mind. Instead, the most prevalent emotion I was feeling was acceptance. Acceptance about what I had done. And that the victim had deserved it!After all, the system had said I was an Avenger. I only got my due revenge. My due justice. There was a hollow voice behind my head that suggested that I was only believing what the system had said because it served my purpose and cleared my conscience, giving me some semblance of innocence. I pushed that. ”“Perhaps we’ll have a look tomorrow and see,” said Jake.They arrived back at their cabins, and Jake wished Hermione and Gina good night. He had to think about Gina’s story. It was very strange.Not too much later, around midnight, Jake heard a sharp crack. He’d heard that before. Hermione’s Derringer. Seconds later he was tapping on her door.“Who is it?” Hermione asked.“Jake.”The door opened and Jake stepped over the coaming. Hermione stood to one side with her Derringer in her hand, Gina to. Her breasts were amazingly large as I had always imagined. (Reminiscing, I estimate them to have been at least 46 DDD’s) Her areolae were a deep brown mahogany color. Her nipples protruded about a quarter of an inch and were tightly wound from being in the water. I cupped her right breast and lifted it to my mouth. It was heavy and dense. I kissed her nipple first and then began to lick and suck it. She reached for my neck and slowly slid back into a supine position. Sucking on her right.