By himself.I did the only reasonable thing. I sat beside him, snuggled up close, and tried my best puppy-dog look, in hopes of some breakfast. I knew ...t would work, but he went one step further, insisting that I sit there quietly while he fed me.For a while, I was well behaved, and he gave me at least every second mouthful. Then I 'accidentally' bumped him, and he spilled egg down my front. Egg yolk was congealing on my breast, and I pointed it out silently to him, knowing what he would have to. Master Dobby”*Dobby banishes the cloth and begins to magically tie Lucius’ limp body to a chair*“I beat your son to a pulp. I have your wife spread-eagled, ready for her punishment after yours, though in truth her punishment is just as much yours as well. But firstly...”*THWACK. Dobby starts whipping Lucius with the Egyptian whip. He groans in pain in his sleep but doesn’t wake*“I’m going to take my time with this I think”*THWACK*////*Thirty minutes later*“Ugh, unghh, ah”“Wakeywakey”“Ahh, you. "I murmured, "Yes. That's below the threshold of audibility.Martha said, gazing at the candle near her side of the bed, "When I have an orgasm, it's a series of events. There's a tension that builds for a long time, and it's very pleasing, which is why I like to hold onto it as long as I can. It increases the pleasure. And I feel this great... this great need to be filled with something, this need to open up and be filled with... with something. Then there's a... a softness, I guess. It's like. As he led me to his car, I enjoyed the sound my stilettos clicking against the pavement and the feeling of my pantyhose rubbing against each other with every step. His car was a big, tall, black Cadillac SUV. He opened the driver’s side of the door and pushed the seat back as far as it could go. I was a bit confused by this, but I began to walk to the passenger’s seat, which was covered by a big, furry blanket. “Nah ah ah, sweetie.” He chuckled and pulled me back. He pointed to the floor of his.