But why are you reading so late?” Hermione looked slightly embarrassed and her cheeks turned pink in the firelight. “Oh, I just cant sleep tonight... as well.” she lied unconvincingly. She tried to look back at her book, but Harry knew that his best and only girl friend was troubled. “Hermione.” Harry whispered. “You don’t lie worth a damn. If something’s bothering you, I would really like you to tell me rather than keep it bottled up inside.” Hermione looked down at the pattern of the armchair. The screen door slammed abruptly as he left with the same squeaky harshness he’d grown accustomed too over his short tenure, triggering a soul sourced sigh of relief. The brick two-story structure with mesh covered windows where Stan patrolled served as a storage facility for unused bodily fluids like blood and sperm on the second level, with a small “quality control” lab on the first floor. Folks he never met arrived dutifully at the same hour in their Lincolns and BMW’s, and departed long. She was still panting hard when she felt the hard plastic cock pulled out, before she knew it Lynn had it pressed against her red lips, she wanted it sucked and pulled Jill onto it by her hair, she opened wide to receive it and soon tasted her own juices that had coated it.“That’s it, you suck what you’re given, taste your slut juices, get it down your throat and choke on it, come on bitch you’ve done it before, every bit of it or I’ll have to make you do it and you won’t like that I promise. With a sustained moan, you dug your nails into my shoulders. Your heels dug into my shoulderblades, and your thighs closed around my head. I slide those two, slick fingers deep inside you and began to drive you over the edge with direct, pointed pressure on your clit, applied by the tip of my tongue. Your entire body tightened and you let go of a loud moan when your body shook, spasmed, and exploded with pleasure. Your toes curled and your eyes clamped shut. The orgasm rushed from every corner.