His rigid member began todeflate and his face turned crimson.“God! Mrs. Branleur! Oh, shit!”“Quiet!” I commanded, “Lie s...ill. Put your hands behindyour back and lie on them.”“What… what are you going to do?”I put on my most severe sounding voice, “I said,‘Quiet.’ Put your hands behind your back – better yet,under your butt. Do what I say and there won’t be anytrouble.”He did as I told him, lifting his butt. That's some beautiful red-haired pussy, isn't it?" Joy went on, her voice low.She saw her father blush, but he nodded again. Then she felt his cock stiffening even more."Know what, Daddy?" Joy asked, twitching her moist cunt at his prick."What?" Mack said."If you ask your pretty sister nice, I bet she'd yank her skimpy bikini right off. Then we could enjoy seeing her ass and cunt and everything. I bet she'd even take off her bra and show us her big tits."When her father reddened more, but said. When she was completely naked, she sat down and spread her legs. She began to rub her pussy with the length of her wand, and inserted the wand tip a few inches in. She uttered a spell through gasps that caused the wand to vibrate violently. She watched as the elf continued to rape the girl in the bed. Suddenly the elf stopped and snapped his fingers. And all of a sudden, more elves appeared out of thin air, ten or twelve of them. Hermione stopped pleasuring herself in shock, and watched as all. I’d purposely refrained from thinking about Donald Jefferson (DJ) Winston. About the one time I had met him. That flawless black blazer. Those perfect teeth. Citrusy aftershave. Fuck.The wireless packet tracker hadn’t performed its digital magic at City Diner. For Plan B to work I needed physical, not moral, proximity to Anniston’s laptop. It might be immoral proximity, but I’ll worry about that some other time. Like never. Never work for you, god?But getting close to Anniston had to feel.