" A pause. "Oh, Cully?" That voice, that particular one.I was pole axed. "Yes, Girl?" "Get my key, Cully-boy, choose a pair of panties, white, or pink... your choice, darling, and retrieve my belt." There was a pause, a 10 count, perhaps more. I waited the entire count of 10. That voice crackled like a lightening strike: "Understood?" Yes, Miss. It shall be done as you so direct, Miss."Again the voice changed: "Goodbye, Cully. See you at 5, punkin'." The line went dead."Cully, Miss hasn't. It will take some adjustment on yourpart, but I have no doubt you'll succeed. Only Robin, aside fromyourself, shall know all. You will need her aid and assistance." Very well, Wanda Zatara, do whatever must be done," said Brucecalmly. "I am ready." It is done," echoed the voice of the White Witch as she faded fromsight.***Stephanie Brown watched as her partner finished the last of severaltraining sessions. Much to the chagrin of the criminals of GothamCity, the detective was about to return to. Very well, but not too long. I left Clara in bed and went about preparing for the day. I boiled the kettle twice, and filled a couple of Thermos flasks, one with coffee, one with hot water, and put the kettle back on to heat while I worked on deck. The forecast appeared to be spot on, with only light airs before dawn, and a clear sky was decorated with a magnificent display of stars. I got the sail covers off, folded and stowed, lowered the riding light and black ball, which I folded flat and. "Mum!"I was shocked, but her tongue was in my mouth, she was warm and soft and curvy.Slowly and lovingly we kissed and tasted each other, I sucked the wetness from her tongue and savoured it, she whimpered and pressed herself against me, her nipples, hard little pebble like points of desire. I ran my hands over her naked back, beneath her armpits, down to her hips while her own hands caressed my back.It didn't end suddenly, but gradually we seemed to regain our self control, God I wanted her so.