He looked at me, smiled and said, “Now, Batgirl, I am going to again change you forever!” I strained to stay in character. I saw him watch me st...uggle against the bindings and then a finger went inside my ass. He moved it around a bit and it didn’t really hurt. I was perplexed. Then, he wiped more lube onto my asshole. Then he took the steel chrome probe and rubbed it with lube and reached down to insert it. “Any last words, my dirty little Bat-Girl?” “You’ll pay for this!” I said in a. And he had asudden awful feeling he knew where. .IV.Only the fluorescent sign over its nondescript door marked the nightclub's entrance. In this it was like many others in Soho. It was alsolike them in being small, dimly-lit, and only accessible to peoplewilling to negotiate the narrow wooden stairs behind the door. SirGreville March was perfectly willing, in fact eager, and had climbed themmany times recently. His eagerness was because he knew would be. Flustered and encumbered with a baby, the parents get on with their stroller and press the button to go back down to the 1st floor. As we're going down, I discretely grind my hips in circles against his arousal. Knowing that they could turn around any moment and catch us made it that much more exciting. Emboldened by lust, I reached behind me and stroked his cock slowly to fan his desire. After they exit on the ground floor, I push the button for 19 again. Common sense suspended by a. ..she's not much older than you," she chided.Betty had lived in the small house across the street from us long before we moved in. She and her husband, Phil, had told us they were the second owners and had bought it shortly after being married. Phil had passed away about five years ago and Betty had decided to stay in the house. She lived alone, as they had been unable to have children, and mostly kept to herself. She had celebrated her sixty-third birthday last month by having dinner at our.