”Even a small cut on her made Harry worried. He had seen much during the war, death, destruction, and the severe injuries that came along with it. I... annoyed him to no end that he overreacted whenever Fleur got even a small cut but he couldn’t help it. He cared about her deeply and didn’t want to ever see her hurt. With a quick wave of his wand, Harry fixed up her leg. It looked good as new.“My hero.” Fleur smiled at Harry. As Harry stood back up, Fleur wrapped her arms around his and kissed. ” I stuttered.I looked up at her and noticed her wet legs first. The thin silver anklets complemented her milky body well. My eyes followed her legs, up to her thighs. Old memories of me fapping to those thighs came flooding back to my mind.As I traced her body with my eyes, mom turned around. I could see her cleavage, with her towel barely covering her milk tankers. My dick began to grow again and made a tent in my boxers.“What are you looking at?” Mom asked, teasingly. Her gaze fell on my. It was secure in the concrete, and my limits of movement were about 5 feet. I could stand in place just above its anchor, or by lying on the floor extend out about five feet. Enough to reach the water bowl, but not much else. I lapped water and sat in the dark, my arms on my knees. Without something behind me supporting my back, I was uncomfortable, and lay down on my side, and then on my back. My chain clinked as I moved. I raised my knees. My eyes adjusted to the darkness very slowly, and I. It made for a very interesting way to spend an afternoon.When she was done cleaning the house, Bret saw her walk into the bedroom, apparently to put her bra back on. While she was dressing he wrote a check for the cleaning and placed it in an envelope, along with a one hundred dollar bill.Maria came out of the bedroom and Bret handed her the envelope.He said, "Maria, you should consider going to college. I have been thinking about your problem and maybe I can do something to help. When you come.