He kept the machine running and replaced the syringe. There was an airlock so that the hole closed up when a syringe wasn't inserted. The second injec...ion sent her into a fit of pain, shaking uncontrollably, screaming out for it to stop. It never stopped. Each moment was worse than the last, each millilitre was twice as painful. When the third injection was done, he turned off the machine and threw the empy syringes into a sharp-box for needles. The pain subsided, and she closed her eyes,. She tried prying open the other trunks, but like hers, they were all magically sealed and couldn’t be opened, not even with magic. With no bra or panties, all she was going to be wearing down to the hospital wing was her shoes, a short skirt that barely covered her round ass, and a skanky little tube top that left nothing to the imagination. Hermione, resigned to looking like a complete skank, pulled on her shoes, skirt and tube top, leaving the girls dormitories moments later. She never. It wasn't even half in when the massive cockhead pressed against the back of my mouth. My mouth closed, my lips sealing around the fat shaft. Lloyd's black giant lay on my tongue.Suddenly Rick reached out and pinched my nostrils closed causing me to take a deep gasp though my mouth. With my guard down Lloyd shoved a couple of inches more of his cock into my head.He was now in my throat skull-fucking me. His hands were full of my red hair preventing me from dislodging him from my windpipe.I. We go inside, and he whispers something to the hostess. She looks me over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3x5 card with the number 6 written on it. "Number 4" a voice announces over the microphone.A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She is getting undressed! Ooh. Auditions. But she is not very good. I can do.