Asking a question.

Once they entered the room Harry sat down on the bed, forcing Hermione to her knees on the floor in front of him. Hermione, understanding the assignment, took Harry’s cock and lodged it in her throat.

Harry, think that this was probably a good a time as any, asked “What do you think about me getting more slaves?”

Hermione pulled the fuck stick out of her throat before answering “That sounds like a fantastic idea Master. The more the better I say.”

Harry chuckled “Well how about we start small. I was thinking of hosting a tournament of sorts to compete for the honour. ‘10 sluts enter, one slut leaves’”

“That sounds wonderful. We could even build a stadium! Oh that would be so hot!”

“I’m glad you approve. Now get back to sucking"

Hermione nodded and continued her duties as she shoved her face back down onto his crotch and lodged his cock back into her throat, electing a moan from her master.

"Oh, fuck, I will never get tired of you doing that"

Hermione moaned around his cock, happy that she could please Harry so much. No matter who was brought into their bed she would make sure she was Harrys most loyal, submissive, talented sex ****. Swirling her tounge around the shaft just as she knew he liked her mouth was once again filled with Harry's seed.

"Holly shit. You're such a talented whore aren't you? Why don't you come sit on my lap and ride me?"

"Which hole would you like me to use Master?"

"I'll let you choose. I'm not complaining either way."