”“Oh, thank you, you shouldn’t have,” she said. “Do I have to wait until Christmas day, or can I open it now?”“You can open it now, if y...u want,” I replied.She tore open the paper, and then opened the little velvet bag. As she tipped the chain out into her palm, she gasped.“Oh, that’s so lovely, it’s just what I wanted,” she said. “Can you put it on for me? It’s just the same as the one I got you! I notice you still wear it, and when I see it around your neck, against your skin, it makes me. I took his cock in my mouth, sucked hard and fast. The whole timethinking how clean his cock smelled. Isn't that a weird thing to thinkabout? I kept waiting for a moan from him, but heard nothing. Myhead was gently hitting the wall as I sucked up and down his cock.Then, he was pulling away. There I was on my knees looking through thehole, wondering where he was going. I didn't get any cum. Not in mymouth, running down my hand or splattered on my chest. I was a sad little slut.I didn't wonder. Now we do not. So put away your quill, and watch your step."Fudge had had a number of similar, one-on-one discussions with his inner circle over the last couple of weeks. A small army of his flunkies were busy locating and destroying all copies of internal memoranda issued from Fudge's office. Another group was carefully scouring the Ministry's archives and library, burning anything the slightest bit incriminating. Fudge had ordered that henceforth no notes were to be taken of any meetings. No. ” The spotlight swung onto another stage where three young women were in stocks. These were a few of the 21s that did not make the cut. They were virgins and the charge was $100 a round. The first man had to pony up twice that amount. Half of the money would be their dowry while The Auction got the rest. A contract of conception was signed by every man. Vaginal sex only. Guaranteed three times a week for first five years of marriage. Pregnancy does not affect terms. The first to have her cherry.