B.C.V.N.O. (Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Maj Obliviation) that made sure that the magical community was kept secret and separate from the...non-magical communities and kept track of the law breakers of the wizarding world of course this had meant he was away on business most days (not that Jacob had minded). His mom (Olivia Miller) however was a Writer of books, right now she was working on the third book in a series that asked the question of what would happen if magic didn't exist. “Do you remember the dream about Mr. Black that I told you about?” Jack asked. “I have another one to tell you about.”“Yes,” Steph answered. She did remember. She remembered that she’d been naked in a darkened restaurant, and Mr. Black had used an outfitted chair to send vibrations against her pussy and fuck her with a dildo that emerged from and receded into the chair. She’d fondled his hard dick with her feet under the table, and he’d given her the waiters, Marcus and Isaac, for dessert.. Located in the heart of the neighborhood, the ATM station was Earth Bank’s begrudging attempt to satisfy the banking needs of all of their unimportant and underestimated South Boston customers. The management of Earth Bank thought because the South Boston was not as affluent as Newton or Wellesley, where they opened bright, white banking branches that an automated customer service solution over a human one would suffice. Ironically, Earth Bank had to relocate their ATM station after too many. It was three days into their vacation, and the girls were already browned from their tanning and their Lance'me or Estee Lauder self tanning lotions. They had downed on-the-rocks or blended alcoholic or fruity beverages, flirted with the resort's workers, flirted with the other seniors who were there with their families, partied it up like mad in town, and then spent the entire day after sunbathing and sleeping with huge Emma Spade, Gucci or Chanel sunglasses on. She needed a taste of the real.