"Is that all there is?" the man in the expensive suit asked."Ye--Oh, wait," the young man said. "There's a disk taped to the inside of the lid." Go ge... your laptop and play it," Herbert ordered.Griff unrolled the crinkly plastic of the doll and placed it in a sitting position on his sofa. Definitely an inflatable sex-doll--the body was made out of shiny smooth plastic, but there was a sheath of softer, spongier material embedded in the crotch. The head was surprisingly lifelike, not at all like. Best underwear, stockings a must, that summer dress I like, the one that highlights your bust. 30 minutes you have, to dress and comply, I expect a picture, or you'll make me cry"I hit send and turned my phone off, I'd turn it on again in exactly 31 minutes, and I knew there would be a picture waiting.As always she obeyed, the picture came with a host of questions, all went unanswered as I sent text number two."Get in your car, you know where to come, make it snappy or you'll get a sore. Their lips locked and their tongues tangled,and his hands moved confidently down her sides and toher waist. His fingers found their way between herlegs, and discovered just how wet she was. He bent at the knees and slid his large palms over herthighs. He lifted her, pulled her body to him, andleaned back slightly. With ample strength he took holdof her by her haunches and moved her so that the tip ofhis rock-hard member hovered before her juicy crease. Stanton wrapped her arms around his neck.. When Ron finds her he clears his throat and says in his best attempt at a ‘mans’ voice “Where were you?” Not knowing this is a BIG mistake with there past this week..Hermione in a tone that sounds so much like Mrs. Weasley that Ron quivers a little. “What do you mean ‘were was I’? I was were ever I damn well wanted to be”Ron not realizing that he should stop, pushes it farther and farther. Eventually he pushes her so far she sorms out of the house. Using some choice words and an open hand she.