After a glass of wine, we headed up to our room so that S could receive her massage.J started slowly undressing her and using his hands expertly to re...ove the clothes and massage S. he had her out of her top and skirt in minutes as she stood in front of me –I was getting harder and harder as I watched J's hands all over my wife! I took some photos as he undressed her, removing her bra and massaging her tits in front of me.J then asked S to lie on a large towel he had brought that he had laid on. Draco grinned wickedly.‘Tut tut Pansy, going to use an Unforgiveable Curse on me were you, you fucking whore.’ Pansy looked on in fear.‘Stupefy!’ Malfoy cried. A beam of red light erupted from his wand hitting Pansy in the chest. The power of the spell lifted her off the ground till it suddenly forced her violently backwards. Pansy’s back slammed into the cold stone wall. Pansy crashed to the ground, blood oozing from a gash in her head. Draco twirled his wand around his fingers as he hummed to. The ambassador herself was about seventy years old and although that doesn't make her ineligible in my book - and she was in decent shape and was probably quite a looker in her day – she had switched herself off sexually and exuded nothing, even in the intimate confines of the office at her official residence in the evening, when I was giving her English lessons. As we huddled together at my laptop I would occasionally tickle her under her upper arm or pat her thigh in congratulations when she. "Very well, Cameron. We're though with you it seems. Don't come back here looking for credit any time in the future." Let me give you a word of warnin', Mr. Crenshaw," Rance said in a low voice that spoke of deadly peril. "Don't you dare badmouth my family to anyone in this town or anywhere else ... or I'll come lookin' for you. Do you understand me?" You can't threaten me," he attempted in a pathetic version of bluster."It's a warnin', fat man. And tell your pal Dexter, that his plan didn't.