She woke up her mind focusing on the man with the clawed hand, how did he do this to her a little Monster eating on her pretty clit, a other super tin... creature part of the massive fat cock that had somehow come to abuse her tiny pussy with it little hands rubbing on her G Spot, each time it glided passed it, making her bust all over herself, and moan loudly nonstop.Although this was to much for her confused mind to handle, for her mouth was also being used by gigantic monstrous fat dick, that. Your fourteen years old and your body is beginning to experience new things. I mean your breasts are forming out now, your stomach is losing that baby fat, and your sex wants to have an orgasm.” Ginny stared at Hermione, “an orgasm, what is that?” Hermione began blushing, “Ginny an orgasm is a very powerful feeling that goes through your body when you masturbate, almost magical but with out the magic.” Ginny continued to stare at Hermione. “Don’t tell me, you don’t know about masturbation. And then, as if things couldn?t get any worse, there was a package fromDr. Wilde. He wasn?t at the party, but he had sent a gift nonetheless.It was a pink maid?s uniform.Pink!It was stunning, with white piping and a sewn in apron. It was short,and it flared at the hem. It looked like something Barbie would give toAnd I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.Understand the paradox. Several times, I had told Dr. Wilde that I wasno maid. And I wasn?t. I didn?t want to scrub. Ê ÒFuck, get back here and let me tell that I am your slaveÓ I said half aloud and directly regretted it, thus happily I didnÕt say it too loud. He obviously didnÕt hear me, I felt lucky for some instant, just as the pain was coming back to my mind and annihilated this state of happiness.I was standing some more minutes, hours, who knows, until I understood whathe wanted me to do: cry it out, cry out to him that I was his slave, that Iwould be surrendering to him. Somehow I started to dislike.