I close my eyes as I feel my orgasm approaching, and I scream out, "Oh my god, yes, Bobby! Yes!!! I'm gonna fucking cum all over your dick, Baby. That...s right, Baby! Pound that pussy- oh, my god, this pussy belongs to you. Oh my god, YES!" He moans loudly as my walls tighten around him, and I keep eye contact with him as I slowly grind into him. His hands wander my body as he looks me dead in my eyes, and I can tell that he's going to cum soon. My hands land on his chiseled 6-pack and I moan. Before I could fully understand what he was about to do, he had me on my stomach. “No, please!” I pleaded but he did not listen as I felt the sting of the belt on my ass. “Ow!” I screamed. “Who is laughing now?” He taunted as he whipped me a second, third and fourth time. “I’m sorry, Detective. I really am. Please stop.” “You’re going to learn the real meaning of sorry.” He said sadistically as I felt more strokes of the belt. He stopped for a moment and circled the bed where I lay helplessly. I was used to turning and diving or climbing as soon as I ordered my Mustang to do so, but I had to wait as much as five minutes for Z1 to complete a simple turn, especially if there were any wind to fight.All of the women agreed with me on that feeling, and we decided that we had to deploy both SC1 and SC2 during any maneuvers that might attract a pterodactyl. Z1 was just so damned big that nothing ever happened in a hurry. Oh, well, the pilot spent a lot of time having a cup of coffee. “… Son of a bitch!”Malfoy was surfing away over the water on a disk of light, Pansy clumped by his feet.“We need to catch him up!” Harry turned to the steering wheel but stopped. The steering wheel was incased in ice. “Son of a bitch!”“We could just swim for it Harry.” Susan suggested, shrugging. “We wouldn‘t win but at least we‘d finish.”“I refuse to lose to that backstabbing bastard!” Harry cast around for another way to get back to the starting line. There had to be a way, there had to be….