He flipped me on to my back, picked my legs up and put them on his shoulders and lined his dick up once again. I looked down to see his dark fat cock ...overed in my juices disappear into me. In this position he was able to go much deeper so not only was he stretching me with his width, he was filling me with his length too. He was pounding away for ages and although the aircon was on max his sweat was dripping on me. His smell and taste just made me even more turned on and before I knew it I was. Wagers work relatively simply, two people agree to a competition and set the stakes for the loser.Most wagers were fairly mundane, getting on the outcome of a quidditch match, chess game, or round of exploding snaps, or the like. But there was no limit on what a Wager could be, or what the stakes could be, and wagers were binding. Once made they could not be broken easily, even if the price was extreme.The only slight saving grace, was that the magic ended at the boundary of the school. We see some really crude work on some women. We have one who comes in with a rectal prolapse. She has “Fuck me here” tattooed near her anus, so you need have no worries. And judging by your houseguests, you are not alone in having your pussy tattooed. I will call in tomorrow afternoon to show you mine, and to check up on you. Now keep taking your antibiotics and rest your body. I’ll say good night now.”Mary closed the door, thinking hard. “Fuck me here” that sounded like Sandra surely, unless. He shouldn't have done that.I asked him if he had done this on purpose and with his smirk still on his face and probably thinking that he had gotten away with it and that there was nothing we could do about it he confessed. He then turned to my husband and told him, "Well at least she has a real man's stuff inside of her now."My husband went crazy and rushed over to the bed and slugged him in the stomach. The man was shocked but terror sprang into his face as he saw my enraged husband standing.