You do not want to see what will happen if you fail. Also, be very careful not to waste any food, we're in a church after all, and God does not allow ...any waste." he added with a wink.Amelia did not have time to admire the stunned audience as she had a large dish on her plate to take care of. She approached the pig cautiously, the animal also taking note of her appearance. It might have been related to the fluids that were injected alongside her plugs early on, but the animal's apparatus quickly. "H-hel-lo?" she said dreamily."Good morning, Jill," came the deep and resonant voice of her benefactor. "How are you feeling this fine day?"Slowly, slowly, she was regaining consciousness, but there was still confusion in her mind. She felt woozy -- a drug hangover -- and she tried very hard to shake the cobwebs out of her head."Don Ernesto? Where are you? Where am I?"He laughed sympathetically. "Look out your window, Jill, and you will see where you are. If you squint your eyes and look far. Gripping both her hips again, he raised her up, feeling himself sliding out of her tightness, then brought her back down. He stifled a moan and asked between gritted teeth, “Is that better sweetheart?” Ryan answered with a throaty “mm-hmm” as she took her cue from Jake and began her own slow, careful rhythm. Her hips raised and lowered, ground forwards and back, and the entire time she mewled and purred through her exploration. Jake's jaw ached from clenching, his fingers digging into Ryan's. Hermione postulated that Malfoy was tracking both her and Ginny’s movements, formulating a plan to ambush them and subjecting them to some sick and perverted spell work. After Hermione told Ginny about what she believed Malfoy was up to, the two decided to stick together between classes in order to be a more difficult target for the sexual predator. Hermione was sick of being Malfoy’s little sex toy and although Ginny had only once fallen into one of Malfoy’s dastardly schemes, Hermione was.