Clark was out of town – Superman was off saving the world somewhere – but she was a streetwise reporter and knew how to take care of herself.She�...d have to dress the part. She went into her “disguise” wardrobe and selected a pair of shiny red disco pants, a black spandex crop top, strappy high heel sandals and a short black PVC biker style jacket. She teased her hair into a sexier style and applied more makeup than she was used to.She checked herself out in the mirror. She looked about ten years. Next the makeup. She had these little white lip stick samples of many colors. I applied it in the mirror over her dresser. I also brushed on some powder and applied some rouge to my cheeks just like I saw my mom and sister do. I am sure it didn't look very good but I didn't care. I found a ornately decorated perfume bottle a spritzed it on my soft tender skin and newly found fetish wear. The scent filled the room with a nearly intoxicating smell. I thought that I was complete so I walked over. Brett pounced on me for the second time and this time around he was to prove a point to me that he can fuck faster than his friend. They were sending me to the edge every now and then before pulling out their dicks to leave me high and dry. This went on for quite a few times and I was getting desperate. As Brett began fucking me for the fourth time, I quickly let my legs wrap around his back and pulled him against me. He realized that I wasn’t willing to leave him until he is through with his. Tits, cocks, cunts. He clicked on cocks and the folder opened to show dozens of screenshots of cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colours. The other two folders showed several pairs of tits, and cunts, bald, trimmed, and hairy. It was obvious Cathy was not new to this secret life of hers.Ken's next port of call was the history folder. It was all the usual stuff, shopping websites, and Facebook. Then a whole list of entries called ‘slutchat’.A couple of clicks and he was on the site. In the top.