Instead of replying I had her hard nipples pushing into my chest as we gave each other a big hug.“Oh. Bart looks like hasn’t gotten much bigger wh...re it counts, yet. You know, if you need to have some fun,” I whispered before walking back to the group.I held my arms out for Bambi and she was back to having her arms and legs locked around me with my hand supporting her butt.With my dick hanging down six inches below her curly-haired pussy no one can say it was between us or pushed inside. She also wanted to handpick some prime stuff for her own needs - white slavery in a whorehouse.Her plan was reminiscent of the harem’s earlier operation at the Firster kidnapping of the entire girls’ school. Lestrange’s crew had planted gas canisters they would trigger remotely. When the participants collapsed, the women would enter the conference hall though a basement service entrance and load the sleeping men and women into large delivery trucks to haul them away. If some of them suffocated. She smelled it herself when she went to the bathroom that morning. She couldn't blame Curly for his instinct to investigate such fragrances.Marsha shrugged her shoulders and pushed away from the table. She needed a break anyway. Maybe she should take a shower and wash some of the grime from her 32-year-old body. It would be quite embarrassing if anyone came to the door right now. She wouldn't dare answer it."So, you think momma stinks, do you?" Marsha pulled back the hem of her shirt, examining. My voice was defiant, but I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as I screamed; my legs started to shake a bit…He let me yell out all my anger and then he laughed at me.“Now you will be mine, slutty stupid married bitch… strip off”Before I could move, his strong hands grabbed the hem of my red dress and he stripped me naked in one swift motion. I was not wearing even a thong; so I was just standing on my high heels.He laughed again as he saw me standing there naked; my shaven labia showing some.