Somehow Hermione felt her constant arousal kick up a notch, she missed the lack of the familiar stimulation, she could feel her slutty discharges weep from every bodily orifice, she would have shed tears if she thought it would move Lucius to enable her to have a quick cum. She was now so desperate for release she decided to see if her uncoordinated fingers might by able to wring out some pleasure from her needy body, she no longer cared about being caught. A quick swat to her sensitive tattoo was all the disincentive that Hermione needed, unlike his wife or sister-in-law, Lucius appeared to have no time to allow her some relief through self-debasement.