"Sammy," she said, "We could do a franchise,"I already said she could have her Tits on the advert."Look Sam, you been good to me," I tells him, "If yo... lend me your name I'll do all the work and split the profits fifty fifty." Yeah," he says real bored, "Who wants a ninety nine dollar Tits for homo's franchise." No." I says, "The horse-ville look, hell rich city slicker Homos would pay two, three hundred dollars for Tits." If you charged a thousand they would think it was a better quality,". A throng formed around him, through which Pansy struggled until she finally succeeding in getting a hug, their contact abbreviated by the press of people around them. Relinquishing hold of Pansy, Malfoy took his seat, not sure which way to turn in answer to the questions flying all around the Slytherin table."Well," said Harry, "I suppose it was too much to ask, a Dueling Club with no Malfoy. At the next meeting we'll have to put up with him." Harry stared at Malfoy with the same glare that. Silence filled the corridors. She glanced into the rooms at the teachers and students looking as unenthused as the other in their lecture rooms. The dark grey carpet beneath her heels guided the way down to the bathroom. She could feel the moistness of her knickers, rubbing against her bald pussy lips.Pushing open the heavy doors of the bathroom, the sensor quickly flicked on the bright-stripped lighting. Glancing along the stalls she noted the doors were all open and vacant. She quickly. .. you know... I can't seem to, um, get off." "Hmm," she thought, "that sounds like a real problem..." She casually glanced towards her sons pants, noticing for the first time that there was a rather large bulge in them. She wondered for a second just how big her son actually was but decided that she shouldn't know. "How about I schedule a doctor's appointment for you, what do you think about that?" "Oh, that would be great, thanks mom for understanding." And now they were in the doctor's.