She could still perform well enough to deal with the D-list trash that had showed up for summer, but if a real threat emerged, her deteriorating disci...line could be potentially catastrophic.“Nothing much going on in Gotham,” Batgirl went on, “I helped the GCPD with some bank robbers and dealt with some street crime, but that’s about it.”“Where are you now?” Still focusing primarily on the other screen, Batman nevertheless noticed how the light on the one showing a close-up of Batgirl’s face was. Twosleep on a bunk-bed right by the door and the third bed is a few feet away by the window which provides the only slight illumination of the room. Dane’s is the lower bunk. His two roommates–a young Australian man in the window bed and a beautiful girl from Serbia in the top bunk–seem to be sleeping deeply. The Australian has a slight snore and the Serb’s breathing is light and relaxed. Dane takes Camille’s hand and leads her inside. He clicks the door shut as quietly as possible and sits on. “Yes,” she replied as she continued to rub them.“Good! Now lift your skirt and touch yourself,” quickly appeared in the box. The hot wife breathed heavily. She was turned on beyond imagination she lifted herself up from her chair slightly and slid her skirt up past her tight small buttocks. Her nylon covered ass sat back down on the chair when another message popped up in the chat box, “Only OVER your nylons!”Mrs. Jackson’s head buzzed and her horny body couldn’t help but do as she was told as. He could see a damp patch on her silken panties and inhaled the musky scent of her arousal. She arched herself towards him, needing to feel his mouth upon her. With one swift movement, he pulled her panties off and began to lick up and down her slit, tantalisingly slowly. He reached up and began to circle her clit with his thumb, whilst still working his magic tongue against her. She began to moan softly, “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me now.” As he lay back on the bed, she sat.