He was right, not only was my heart racing while I sat intimately with this stranger of the night, but I could feel a warmness growing between my legs... I pondered to myself whether or not what I was experiencing was real. Look at me, Abigail.I turned my head over and was met with his face centimeters near mine. I could feel his hot breath caressing my lips as he moved closer. Let me help you relax. Almost as if I was under a trance, I closed my eyes and moved my head towards him until our lips. He'd acquired a couple of significant estates through this method, and if things continued at the same rate, this would be a healthy addition to his income.But as the scope of Voldemort's operations increased, so did the demands on his treasury. Informants were often expensive. It would have been cheaper merely to bully people into giving him the information he wanted, but Voldemort was nothing if not a pragmatist, and what mattered to him above all else was results and the speed with which. " And?" Well, you know..." That half smile again.A friend, unlike a lover, can understand, so Peter thinks. Will let yoube, because friendship is content with who you are, while lovers alwaysneed, need something from one another. He'd not thought he'd see thathalf smile again; it had not been an afternoon, an evening with roomfor a friend's half smile. It's hard, almost too hard, to not reach ahand across the narrow space, let a palm brush a cheek."You want ..." Peter cannot complete the. Janna's thoughts momentarily dissolved as she rose higher. She let Tanyee continue at the faster pace, her moans escalating. Soon she was panting heavily as she neared the edge, her hand pressing Tanyee's face into her sex. Tanyee lashed her tongue against her Mistress' womanhood hard and fast. Janna rose over the top and cried out softly as she came.She eased the pressure against the back of Tanyee's head, letting the slave girl back off slowly. Tanyee drew back from Janna, sitting on her.