....Taliya?” She didn't answer me. Her focus was on my pretty shaved pussy, prying my legs open, revealing it to her lustful gaze. Licking her lip... hungrily I didn’t like that look she gave me. This was wrong! Neither Master nor Mistress had sanctioned this encounter, or if they did I wasn’t aware of it. “Taliya; please don't do this!” I begged her. I did not want to feel Master’s lash on my healing behind this night. “Hush, Ceres.” I lay there quietly, my pussy feeling her finger. ?This isn't happening,' I thought to myself and tried to move. I tried tomove my arms, legs and even my eyes only to learn I had no movement left.My lungs still breathed and my heart still beat, though at an acceleratedrate. I still had perception and I sensed Heather giggle a bit more andthen walk back into the kitchen.I heard Heather on the phone talking with her mother. After a few momentsI heard Heather say, "It's done, he's at the top of the stairs lookinglike a silly mannequin. He. ‘Wow… This place is really different!’ Luna replied, not interested in the least with Fred and George and what they had to say.‘Luna… Hello…” George said, waving his hand in front of her face and snapping his fingers.‘Oh… I didn’t see you there!’ Luna said, snapping out of her reverie and finally noticing the twins.Fred proceeded to go through their offer of one hundred Galleons for an hour of work. All she had to do was put on some pre-selected clothing, take a few pictures, do a few other. In a Cessna with those barn-door flaps, that’s a fight until the flaps get back up. This’un’s less so.“I can appreciate that,” he said. We stopped after an hour and a half. Time for a break. Drink a cold drink, use the restroom, then run his butt back out there.“You haven’t flown for a week. Show me your pre-flight.”He stood tall, pointed. “Two wings. Three wheels. Propeller. We’re good to go.”“I will beat you with that chockblock!”He laughed. “You think YOU’RE gonna be tough, I have to fly.