Just make sure we have plenty of beer, anddress casually, sweetie.Love, The Boss Lady"More often than not, when Margret brings home our dinner, it mea...s shewants to talk about something important. She doesn't want me beingdistracted by cooking, serving, and cleaning up; nor does she want to bedistracted by watching me. When she takes me out, it's usually acelebration. When she brings food home to me, it's a discussion.She knew that I'd be curious all day, so I doubt that it would be badnews. It. The Dark Lord may be aware that he has a direct connection to Harry's mind, and because of this, Dumbledore and his allies cannot confide in Harry. The boy is to battle the Dark Lord in less than six months, and is unready. Dumbledore prefers not to work directly with Harry to prepare him, and so he entrusts him to you, in the hope that you can assist him."The aged wizard leaned forward with interest during Skeeter's explanation."Even I did not create a Horcrux," mused Grindelwald. "Yes, I. Ilooked over at another slip that dangled from the dresser. It lookedquite different. The one I had on was flat on top, ... for a younger girlwith no or very little breasts. The one I looked at was fuller at thebust. I looked at Amy. She had small mounds, and I realized she no longerwore this sort of pre-pubescent slip. Just little sissies like me nowwore these things in this house."What a pretty slip. Your slip is so pretty, isn't it?" Amy chimed. Igulped. I was trapped. All I could do was nod. I groaned at her naughty flicks and licks. She dove her tongue through my folds.“EAT HER PUSSY!”My rival sated my cunt. Her glasses brushed the edges of my thighs. I shivered as the heat of her tongue lapping through my folds rippled through me. I was buzzing from the euphoria of being queen. I patted the crown on my head, feeling it there as she took another long lick through my pussy.“EAT HER PUSSY!”“Oh, Umeko, yes!” I moaned as her tongue brushed my clit.“EAT HER PUSSY!”She licked me with.