.”“No,” he acknowledged while stroking in and out of Mrs. M. “Anne is not my wife, despite what we tell everyone. Her sister is my wife. It’... just easier for everyone to assume she is.”“Why?”“I’m traveling with and fucking an unmarried woman,” he groaned as Mama Mason’s cunt rippled around him. “That will raise a few eyebrows. No one here, other than we travellers, knows I’m married to Anne’s sister. Our village knows, of course. Here, though, it’s much easier to keep up the pretence.”She. Dumbledore spent quite some time with the poor man in an effort to console him, but the following day Dumbledore would learn that Voldemort's gang had claimed a final victim, Luna's father having taken his own life. And now it was time for the memorial service for Ginny. It was good that the Weasley clan was performing the service so soon after hearing the news; from his long experience in such matters, Dumbledore knew that the entire family would be living unable to function until the service. .Ms Alex looked at her pricey watch. "Five, four, three, two, one! Badsissy, bad. No wonder you're such a sissy."Ms Alex turned to gaze on Raylyn as Randy was now being called."Raylyn, stop. It's out of time. Another chance to come next week."He stopped. And watched as Ms Alex affixed a fat catheter up sissiescock. It was clad in cotton, and rolled on like a condom, except forthe zipper that closed it tight, and the leather laces and locks thatkept it on.It wasn't a chastity belt, but it would. “Although you couldn’t fit me in it, someone smaller, like Donna ... you strap them up, place their head through the hole, and then they’re more or less forced to service the crotch of anyone who sits on the bar stool.”“Okay ... weird, but it sounds like it could be fun. How much longer do I need to leave you like this, Donna?”“Oh ... oh God ... uh ... another ... um ... half-hour maybe ... Sir?”“You know, Fei’s light enough ... next poker game, she could sit on Donna, and Yin could get.