“I’m sure you, can” she said, after a short pause. “I expect you in my office in ten minutes, once you’ve, cleaned up” she said, enjoying ...he nervous scare look in her independent contractor realtor’s face. “As for you, if I find out this was anything other than 100% consensual, you are done, mister” she said, looking up at John, her tiny, but powerful frame dwarfed by his admittedly impressive physique.“No, I swear, it was, I mean. I know she was, I mean, I, oh fuck, don’t tell my wife,. Judging by the amount of lubrication that was flowing out of her, she enjoyed it. To Harry’s surprise the rougher area seemed to swell as Katie got more excited.Harry smiled at her, “What is that?”“I don’t know, Oliver found it back in my third year when we couldn’t play Quidditch because of the Basilisk,” Katie cooed in a sweet voice Harry never had heard her use before.Does everyone have that spot? I mean every girl or are you just lucky?” Katie giggled breathlessly, “Oliver said Angelina. Her mouth moves up, traces my ear, tongue worming inside. “Let’s not ruin a good thing with names,” the mystery woman says, turning me around before pushing me gently into the sand. She falls with me, straddles my waist. Her hand grasps my suddenly naked erection. “All that matters is this,” the shadow says. “And this.” She squats down, hips surging slowly forward. My eyes bug out. Virgin or not, I didn’t need to be an expert to figure out the source of the wet volcanic heat now sliding. The wand has a sharp bite to it and on my bottom, it stings like a swarm of angry bees. On my thigh, it burns like a barelegged trip through a patch of thorny roses. I clenched my teeth and bit down as the rod swung straight to my inner right thigh, leaving a raised red welt of pain that would surly leave a mark. Two more tracks of the unforgiving tool and surprisingly, Eric's fingers slid into my wet lower lips and began to ride the area he had so graciously covered. As the sting subsided and.