Hey guys - your chapter will arrive nice and early tomorrow. See you then! In the meantime, tiny scene below and image above.
Rob
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Hermione grimaced as she peered into the bedroom. She closed the door carefully and turned to Hannah.
"How long has she been in there?"
Hannah checked the clock on the wall. "Three hours, so far."
"But it's her birthday!" Hermione protested.
Hannah shrugged. "This is how she wanted to spend it. She wanted to worship Harry's wand for at least eight hours."
Hermione hugged herself, frowning. "And I thought I was submissive."
"Kinda hot, though." Hannah said, creaking the door open an inch so she could watch.
"Freud would have a field day." Hermione said, peeking over her shoulder.
"Who's Freud?"
"He's a Muggle psychologist who said that all women suffer from, well, envy of not having a wizard's wand."
Hannah hummed as Helena gurgled happily, staring lovingly up at her master, her throat bulging out and squeezing down as she practiced the rhythmic milking Fleur had taught them. "Envy? She doesn't look envious, she looks hungry."
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