In some ways, his mojo had returned; her name was Miriam Garcia. She was the brains behind his inspiration, although no one ever saw her take credit f...r anything. In fact, everyone thought of her as nothing more than a simple robot pleasure drone. Arm candy for big occasions and his sex toy in the bedroom. Both she and Holland liked everyone to think that. It stoked his ego to singularly receive all the praise and it maintained her cover as a mass murderer."I hadn't really thought about it. Ron had folded under Hermione’s thumb. “Yes, I’m rather tired too,” Harry said pointedly at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but simply stood up as well.“Goodnight, Harry,” she said. “Should I shut the door?”“Yes,” he said, “I think you’re smashing at it.” Her eyebrows furled, but rather than fight back she closed the door behind her. He was alone. But then, when wasn’t he alone? “You’ve been alone since you walked in the door,” he thought. He pulled the sleeve up on his right arm.. Hands were all over me, exploring my naked body right there in the corridor, probing, caressing and stroking my dripping cock. My foreskin was pulled completely back and someone was palming it in circles giving me an intense feeling. Another was on his knees licking the cum off my ass forcing me to my knees, my hands held behind my back. I was presented with four thick uncut cocks on which to feast. Fuck, I was into it by now relishing the smell of precumed foreskin and the taste of sweaty. Why did it have to be you, Digger?"Sure enough, there he was, funky mustache, hat and all. His pistol was pointed straight up. "So, are you gonna shoot me or listen to what I've got to say?" Digger asked. "And you'd better hurry up and decide, because they have your friends."I jumped up and ran over to him. "Let's go." When I rounded the house, I saw another crumpled form, a man, lying near the bushes. This was going to be tough to explain. In the distance, I could hear a siren wailing, getting.