�Well, well, well� not as joyful as usual, Potter?� It was Pansy Parkinson, andto Harry�s surprise she was alone. She wasn�t wearing her Hog...warts robes yet,she was wearing a short black dress with a huge cleavage.Harry knew what he needed, he needed to be with another girl and Pansy happenedto be a girl. Pansy unlike Hermione wouldn�t be hurt if he used her and if shewas hurt it wouldn�t matter much.�That is quite a nice dress,� Harry said softly.Pansy stared at him but soon regain her smirk,. The nights I’ve lay awake in prison, dreaming of that tight, dripping, swollen-‘ She flashes around with a dramatic, impatient sigh, tearing her sweet slit away from me. “Fuck’s sake, you’re useless today, Josh. Fucking useless, as always.” Zoey’s so impatient for her prize that she’s pawing at my crotch. Now I’m determined to just sit and watch her clawing and grinding at my beating cock before she starts to manically tear away the material. Her fingers pull, snatch and hook at my trousers. Then Connie helped me to my feet, patted my ass and told me to get started cleaning the house. She told me she was going out with Jim later, and since it was the weekend, he would be coming back home with her. As a final act of humiliation, she had me stop cleaning the house and shave her pussy clean, to get her ready for her date with Jim. Several hours passed as I continued to do housework. Later, my wife went into the bathroom and showered. I was busy vacuuming in my heels when she came. And now I REALLY wanted to fuck her and hear groans out of that fir and trim body. After several minutes she slid her shoes on and stood up. “Come along.” She took my leash and guided me to a couch where she sat and spread her legs wide. She took a chip out her purse and handed it to one of the tutu women. “I want him to worship my pussy.” Not consulted, not asked. I hadn’t wanted to bury my head in a crotch so bad. The seller put her heel on my back and shoved me forward as she took the chip..