Maybe some sort of dildo. Suddenly, it begann to vibrate then stopped and vibrated again. His finger found my clit and he teased it in sync with the v...brations. "Cum for the audience! Show them what a obedient litte slut you are," he orderedI closed my eyes and tried to imagine we were in my bedroom. This should had had me orgasming multiple times in my dreams. That helped... and I started to get wet.Suddenly I am shaken from my reverie when he started to slap my breasts and erect nipples with. 'No Harry we can't! Hermione is right there asleep!' said Ginny, looking down onto the camp bed where Hermione continued to sleep peacefully.'Well we'll have to be quiet and just hope she doesn't wake up then.' Said Harry smirking, and with that he pushed himself down and under the blanket.Ginny was about to protest but Harry started kissing her inner thigh and any sort of argument died there. Lifting her bum up off of the bed to make it easier for Harry to get her underwear off, she also. “That wasn’t a cry of pain, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, my slut.” It was a statement, not a question. “Yes, Master.” I gasped. “She has a safe word, if she ever needs to stop what’s happening she will use it.” He had a mouthful of his coffee, “Isn’t that right, my slut?” “Yes, Master.” He gripped my hair even tighter, “And just so we’re all clear, tell us your safe word.” “It’s ‘tinsel’, Master.” “There you go, Andy,” he was taunting him now, “unless you hear her say ‘tinsel’, she wants. A lot of maybes, a lot of perhaps. None of them mattered.Benjamin quickly changed his use of the horn from the regulation morse code "G" trains were supposed to use at grade crossing to an insistent, constant caterwaul, a loud, long, mournful plea of warning. Bob held down the horn button with all the strength he had, as if that button alone could prevent the accident.He screamed, with all his might, "NO! NOOO! STOOOPP!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!" The no seemed to go on for ever and ever.Perhaps a more.