I was still on the patio and she was looking confused until I got my cock out and said, “Here ya go, you can smoke this,” with a huge grin on my f...ce. A series of emotions payed across her face but I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and forced her mouth on to my cock. It didn’t take more than a second for her to change her mind and by the time she came up for air, Andres had his cock out and I was guiding her mouth to his cock. The dirty slag didn’t even complain, she just got. There were classrooms, kitchens, dining rooms, living rooms, several large bedrooms and everything one needed to live on for several months. Fred quickly wondered why the students ever had to leave the lavish living quarters, but all his questions seemed to immediately evaporate as he and his brother were led into separate rooms by their accommodating and horny Beauxbatons love slaves.‘Down the hatch George?’ Fred shouted from the room he had entered.‘You betcha brother!’ laughed George,. I came to the conclusion that the uniqueness of my possession was very valuable, but was it something I wanted to use to my advantage. Maybe I would use them to give my contacts a push in the right direction, but only the hint of possible blackmail.I snuggled into my rocker with a hot Brandy, with Saul and my favorite toddy. The journey through the fantasies shared within the pictures astonished me. The spy had gone dark and now I had his intelligence. I followed the progression of photographs. At Roger. I don't think she ever actually saw me, even though she had to look past me in the passenger seat to see Roger. "Well, hello there," she drawled with a typical native New Orleans accent.I glanced at my watch, marking the starting time. I should have known better. Within two minutes, he had her name, Martha O'Dell, and the names of some of the favorite clubs she liked to hang out in. By three minutes, she was scribbling her phone number on a card and handing it to me to pass to Roger..