McMillan did not lack for money!What she did lack for was companionship–specifically male companionship. Curiously, because she was so famous and so...beautiful, men often shied away from her, afraid to approach her thinking that either she wouldn't want anything to do with them, or that she already had so many men they were dripping off her like the rain.The reality of it was neither case was true. She was a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman, but also terribly lonely and sexually frustrated.. 30 in the afternoon someone rang my bell,I wasn’t expecting anyone and nearly didn’t bother getting up to see who it was, probably some salesman or charity collectors, either way they would soon be fucked off,can’t be bothered talking to them,but I answered it and was surprised that it was Sam. “Sorry to bother you but I’ve left my keys at work,and don’t want to go back for them,If you can let me in,I can wait for Dan to get home and let me in if that’s o.k?” she sounded out of breath,and quite. Now show me that you understand." Catgirl minced over to her boss, hips swaying seductively, then huggedher. "Meow," she purred softly. "Let's get going here, Catwoman. I don't want to be around when the cops show up, and I'm eager to get back home to the lair to snuggle with you." "Okay, Catgirl. Let's grab a few more baubles, then I've got one more place to stop on the way home." As Catwoman and Catgirl made they way in the shadows of Metropolis,Catwoman made a stop at an open adult. Her idea was to have Sally pose nude in various public indoor and outdoor spaces around New York. It sounded crazy but Sally was intrigued. For as long as she could remember she loved being naked and being looked at, being photographed was even better. Karen's plan involved an early departure, around three-thirty AM, ensuring that the indoor work could be accomplished with minimal concern for bystanders. She would start with a subway ride to Grand Central Terminal and later on to Central Park.