The woman who had been left at the chair right next to ours was in her late forties. She had a tattoo of a dick shooting cum over her chubby pussy lip... that hung like two rubber bands between her legs. The image made it seem like her pussy lips were the balls off the cock, and it was shooting semen all over her tummy.I watched Charity as she lotioned Simon’s back. She also did part of his front on the spots he missed without asking or making it seem weird. She didn’t touch his dick or anything. Nicole and David needed their privacy, and no matter how happy they were, or she was for them, that meant walls that could no longer be breached."How are you doing?" he said."Fine," she said, "just fine. Just ... You know. Got home from classes, doing some homework. I didn't even know you were here." Oh," he said. "Umm. Yeah." He ran a hand through his hair, the old familiar gesture. "Nicole and I were. Umm. Having some private time." Oh," she said.He colored. "Not ... Not like that kind of. There is a problem."Jim silent mental thoughts responded, "Just fifteen minutes more." Sir, their has been a kidnapping."That caused Jim to sit bolt upright. Gloria was startled by Jim's sudden jump to alertness. She had been watching him as he slept, as she sat on the ornate Kalama lounge. Inlayed with gold and other gems, the ceremonial Kalama had been in her family for untold generations."Kidnapping, Who was kidnapped?" Jim shouted out audibly.The AI responded in kind and spoke, "A young. Then other things like robbery, beating up the bully at school, becoming a bodybuilder for a day. But I had darker thoughts. Thoughts like impersonating someone’s boyfriend. Then maybe I might get some sexual gratification. But I am a squib, I thought. There isn’t a magical bone in my body. But I was determined I would make this work. If anything was worth pursuing magically, this had to be it. Where to start?I looked up Diagon alley online. I found nothing. Then I remembered the name of the.