"WHO?" Batgirl," said Kara simply."Barbara Gordon," added Linda."Oh, yeah, the Joker shot her, right?" I asked calmly. "Isn't she Oracle now? And a pa...aplegic?" Most of the time," agreed Zatanna. "We think we can convince her to come here with us so you can repair her spine. She deserves better than what happened to her." Okay." I pretended to think for a minute. "All right, I'll agree as long you agree to keep visitors limited. We discussed it before, but just to remind you, I don't. As it hummed closed, I sat for a moment wondering what I should do or say. Part of me wanted to tell Megan that I knew about her black boyfriend, and yet, at the same time, I hesitated. Eventually, I went inside. Pretending, as I did, not to know anything about what I'd seen earlier. I decided to let Megan tell me, that is, if she ever would!When I saw Megan, she'd obviously just taken a shower. For some reason, seeing her, and knowing that she'd been fucking some other guy, she seemed to. I curled my fingers around in a beckoning motion and stroked over it. He nearly went into orbit, gasping and pushing back against them. I reached around with my free hand to touch his cock and found it literally drooling with prcum. I rubbed it slowly down his length working it from top to bottom and then slowly back again all the time caressing his prostate. “Oh God, stop, please stop, you’re going to make me come”“Not yet, Dickie, not yet”.I withdrew my fingers and slid back into him with the. The President was a quiet man, and his wife, a slender woman, I would guess ten-years older than Martha, was reserved as well. But all-in-all, the dinner went well.After dessert had been served, a small orchestra began playing, rather jazzy tunes, but with a beat that would easily fit into some of the dance steps that I'd learned. Always the polite husband, I turned to my wife,"Martha, would you care to dance?" I inquired.The look told me all that I needed to know. She would not be dancing with.