There were also more than a few women, rough looking biker chick types. The biker was pretty rough on my tits, but he took it easy on my rings so I re...axed a little and started to enjoy the humiliation of being stripped in public and manhandled.While he was exploring my body another biker stepped up and said, "Well, her shirt wasn't lying. What about the other cunt? Does she swallow?"I looked over at him and as innocently as possible I said, "Yes, sir. My daughter was raised to tell the truth.. Turning her head to the side she saw a large unfamiliar man. He smiled, “Welcome to Florida my fellow traveler.” It was Iimja. Wow, did he look different, but so will I. She raised her head and looked towards her feet. She couldn’t see them because of the very large breasts in the way. “THAT’S very different,” she thought. Her home body had A cups. These were F. Her body had been modeled after Virginia Bell, a busty beauty from that approximate time.Iimja helped her stand up and learn to walk.. My mind was melted to a puddle of rapture by the twin delights that shot through me, the powerful burst from my cock and the gentler waves from my cunt.I nibbled on her neck. I kissed her. Loved her. She groaned, the rope creaking as she swayed in my embrace. She whimpered, her voice sounding slurred, muffled. She had so many orgasms. I had whipped her.She must be drifting through subspace, lost to the bliss a submissive received.I pulled my futa-dick out of her. I smiled at my cum ran down her. Amazingly, every few seconds a spurt of thick white seed would pulse out, fly into the air a few centimeters and then fall wetly onto his wide hairy belly. For his part, Hagrid was exhausted as well, his massive arms laying on either side of the chair, his head lolling down onto his chest and a wide, happy smile on his bearded face. Still his cock bobbed, oozing out thick clots of cream onto his belly. Ginny, puffing as if shed run a marathon, lay straddled on his upper belly, her head resting.