As if on cue, Malfoy grunted out in exaltation as he pasted her womb with his super-powered sperm and impregnated the helpless witch with a massive lo...d of his hot sticky cum. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was being fucked against her will and impregnated by her mortal enemy, Hermione would have enjoyed the warm trickle of cum coursing through her pussy and down onto the bed sheets. Malfoy tossed the two sparking pieces of Hermione’s wand onto the bedside table and pulled out of her. Had regular hours and didn’t smell of stale beer and desperation. They were easy to tell apart. The legitimate brokers carried cards, not knives.I am ex-FN Captain Henry Sullivan. A cashiered and exiled remnant of the Earth/Luna war. When hostilities had ceased, and the parties involved had come to a mutually agreeable cease-fire. The FN had provisionally reopened the trade routes. There had also been the not unexpected reductions in naval forces. In those situations, it was to your best. She went to the bathroom and removed her panties. They weren't sexy at all she thought. She was going to tease the black man.Finding him playing a different game, she sat down next to him. "I'm glad I found you, I want to get lucky. er.. I mean I hope you bring me some luck." she giggled.She made a point to hand her panties to her husband. "Here, you hold these, bitch. I won't be needing them tonight."This turned on the black man. He was picking up that she was a horny slut and must be. .. They won't be from the reservation, put it that way. Okay? You understand what I'm saying?" Yes," I said finally, sensing that he needed a real answer, even though I didn't really understand at all.I'd already said goodbye to my Master, when I'd sat with him and licked his fingers, even kissed his cold lips. There was nothing more I could do, or needed to do, but it was a human thing and I reminded myself that I was his wife. It was possible my Master would want me there, although I was.