I encourage her. After all we’ve been locked in all day.One day in early lock down as we were having dinner, discussing lockdown, she had said: ‘W...at the fuck are people having affairs going to do?’ She'd then looked up at me smiling broadly. ‘That’s them stuffed isn’t it? How will they see each other?’‘I don’t see why.’ I had replied. ‘People are allowed out for exercise. They’ll just co-ordinate their daily exercise and meet up somewhere.’ I'd thought 'Boom! Get in! Talk about putting ideas. She arches her back to push her pussy closer to it. As her eyes drift closed, she sees a tentacle hovering ever so close to her face and notices drops of the green sticky fluid beading out of the end. Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips as she moans.Why did I just do that? I hate cum as much as I hate cocks.Mercy doesn’t have a chance to ponder the question any further. The creature’s assault of its tongue draws her mind back to it. The smaller appendages are back, teasing the entrance of. Running his finger over his shaft and her opening, he coated it with her wetness before sliding it up and over her stiff, sensitive clitoris. She gasped at the new sensation. He thrust deeper into her as he toyed with her hard nipples, biting down gently on the almond skin of her shoulders. His wet, slippery finger was making small circular movements over her clitoris and her moans became louder. ‘Tell me,’ he whispered behind her ear. She sighed as she pressed her hands harder into the. "Narcissa says, "Listen up you damn muggle, I may not be able to use the Cruciatus on you, but there are many other ways to cause you pain." With that she cancels out the spell striping the fat man of his voice.Vernon clears his throat but Narcissa interrupts him before he can speak, "Consider your next words very carefully muggle; if you offend my master at this point, I might well turn you into a rabbit and make hasenpfeffer for dinner."Vernon's face is white as a ghost as comprehension.