Nylons had become inextricably emeshed in his sexuality and the two were inseperable. Sex meant nylons and nylons equalled sex.The best thing about be...ng in high school in those days was being surrounded daily by hundreds of girls his age most of who wore some form of nylon hosiery. Even though these were the pantyhose transition years, many female students and women teachers still opted for classic stockings. He prided himself in being able to quickly and confidently spot them on a pair of. Immediately her head bent as her hands lifted the two large orbs. A second later she had one nipple in her hot mouth."Oh God Michael... please." Jenny didn't know if she was saying please stop or please continue. Her eyes closed and she swayed back on her heels as the experienced mouth of the older woman sent shock waves through her.Michael smiled around the nipple she was sucking when she felt Jenny trembling. As she continued to suck, she slowly began to push her into the living room. By the. Wagers work relatively simply, two people agree to a competition and set the stakes for the loser.Most wagers were fairly mundane, getting on the outcome of a quidditch match, chess game, or round of exploding snaps, or the like. But there was no limit on what a Wager could be, or what the stakes could be, and wagers were binding. Once made they could not be broken easily, even if the price was extreme.The only slight saving grace, was that the magic ended at the boundary of the school. Heavy footsteps thundered toward me as a deep, guttural voice echoed from inside the room.“AH! FRESH MEAT!”A second later, a huge, red-skinned figure charged into view, an eight-foot-tall beast of a demon with muscles like a prize bull and horns like one, too. His three-toed feet squelched in the blood as he came forward, one hand clutching a cleaver I doubted I could lift with both hands, and the other holding a savage metal hook.My suspicions had not been accurate; the Butcher was not.