The only other one belongs to a wizard we shall not name. Where did you get her?" I took her from Voldemort." Liar! And how dare you speak his name in...this place!" You've not heard the news, then?" What news?" asked Borgin sharply."Voldemort is defeated. All his followers but two are dead. Voldemort himself is still alive, but he was badly injured in his duel with Harry Potter. He's at St. Mungo's."There was no need for Borgin to debate with the boy. It was too easy to ascertain whether the boy. .. like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages. He stank of sweat and urine. His teeth were stained and there were dried drool marks on his cheeks. But his blanket still looked like a warm heaven. I was lost in these thoughts when my wet and shivering wife extended her shaking hand and took the beggars offering. She gulped two big sips of the dark rum and I could see some colour return to her. My sensitive nipples brushed the rough wood with his movement, adding to the fire building in my pussy. I was shaking, because I wanted it so bad…Slowly my attacker began to pick up his pace. I squirmed with the pleasure and pain and his grip hardened. I could feel myself building toward a powerful climax and my gasps turned into sobs as I got closer. Yanking my head back hard he growled again, "Ask permission first!"."Please Sir… let me cum, I beg you, please…”. I gasped desperately.He ignored. Mandy was sitting innocently in her seat. The acrid fumes made him cough."Mandy, what did you do?"She lifted in her seat showing him the melted cushion, her tunic unmarked."I was cold, so I warmed up. I didn't mean to damage your car." I guess I had the air on too high, huh?" Well," she giggled, "Maybe just a little."They drove to Zack's apartment complex with the windows open."What a nice home you have here," Mandy said as she walked about the living room.Zack was still trying to figure how he.