" But the painting's comment was clear enough. You are not only Muggle-born, but a Muggle as well. Not even a squib." If what the painting said was tr...e." The portrait of Mrs. Black does not lie, at least not from its perspective." Then I was born a Muggle," acknowledged Imogen. "May I ask the fundamental question? How do I come to be here, possessed of magical ability?" Yes, you may ask. And I'll even answer. But first, a cup of tea." Rowling snapped her fingers, and lifted a mug of the. I always wore a very low-cut dress for dinner dates with Roger ... it amused me how he drooled over my tits ... and this evening was no exception. Every so often during dinner I'd fondle and stroke the necklace, knowing full well it just made poor Roger think all the more about doing exactly that with my naked breasts. With ALL of me, let's face it.Any case he really was drooling that night – guess it was the combination of the necklace and my semi exposed breasts – and something about that,. I stand you up and strip off your clothes. When you are completely naked I walk you over to the couch and push you down. I grab your ankles and pull up so that your pussy is exposed. The lips are swollen and spread apart. I can see into you. I get on my knees and put my tongue inside you and start to suck on your clit. I slide my hands up your belly and onto your breasts. While I eat you I alternately pinch your nipples and squeeze your breasts. You groan and push the back of my head. " She hurried away and returned almost immediately with a glass over half full of ice and four wedges of lemon on a plate."And what will you be wanting to eat this evening, Sir? We have a very nice roasted basil chicken or a very nice pot roast, but we can make anything you would like." Do you have any fresh lobster and some Alaskan king crab legs?" Of course, Sir. Would you prefer soup or salad first, or both?" Salad, I think, garden salad, boiled egg, bacon bits, and Italian oil dressing on.