The pilot spitted one aside, but said nothing. “Come on, guys, let’s do this!” she said to the other side of the room. One of the shadows parted...from the corner: it was a guy dressed up like Batman! His costume was perfect: black rubber clothes with the mask and the belt. But he didn’t move like the real Batman; he was staggering as he stepped to us. He held a bottle in his hand with only a few whiskey on the bottom. “Do you want some, mate?” he looked at me with a blank stare from his mask. . Whatever dominant side Lizzie claimed to have, it escaped me. She seemed more like a complete sham ... an absolute submissive, through and through. When I took a small saucer and scooped up the fluids from her own snatch to feed them to her, she moaned quite audibly in response. She also drank down even her own piss without any complaint.That was when I dealt the real trump card. I lifted her top just enough and stuck the nipple clamps on Lizzie's tits, which prompted a slow-building orgasm to. I was kinda confused why was she in here then i realized i had kicked the covers off and my privates were still exposed from earlier! I jumped up put my junk away and my wife walked in laughing. She said to come eat dinner and that her mom had came into wake me up and said that i was half naked. We ate dinner, was pretty ockward for me due to the days events. I finished and returned to the couch watched tv and went to bed. Next morning my wife woke me up and said she was going to get out. Sara gave a very wholesome and normal performance on-stage during her public concerts but it was behind the scenes that men and women got to know the true nature of Sara Evans. When Sara came off-stage after finishing a concert, she was like most of the women country music singers -- in once way she was exhausted physically but with the high excitement and tension of giving a concert her all, she was so sexually aroused and stimulated that simply "unwinding" was nowhere near enough to take care.