Batgirl swivelled her head that way. The other black man was over by the wall, near a control box.‘Your name is Leon! You’re a well-built black ma...e, height about 6 foot 4 inches. You wear a blue basketball top with a the number 8 in red letters!’Batgirl had no idea if memorising these descriptions would ever be of use, but at least it was doing something.Leon pressed a button and the hook gave a jolt, then Batgirl felt herself moving lower. Still not low enough to touch the floor,. She said, "Let's go to the bedroom."I almost jumped out of the Jacuzzi. I dried as I walked behind her. She looked better than good. Having Freddy had changed her body; if anything, I thought she looked better.She got in bed. I was right behind her. We kissed.She said, "I want you now."We made love. She felt very hot and so good. I had never felt so wanted. I wanted to stay in her forever. I moved and stopped and felt as she moved with me. I didn't want it to ever end. I couldn't think of. This day she felt horny and decided to text her buddy she had met online and fucked earlier. He is a younger guy with a huge cock and magic tongue. I had also been chatting with him as I set them up a few years back. So she asked him if he was free to hook up and without hesitation, he agreed. He remembered how good she felt sucking his big cock and how her big tits looked when he fucked her hard.Her bus left and she continued to text him and told him how horny she was in the shower. He asked. “Yes, pretty big,” I replied modestly. She giggled. “How simply divine! What are we waiting for? Heavy cummers have always been my favourite! Follow me.”Clutching me tightly by the hand, she climbed the farmhouse’s oak staircase two at a time, as if we were retreating from a fire.Her boudoir was 100 per cent feminine, with not a vestige of Uncle Ned’s presence: no muddy gaiters or hob-nailed boots. It was how I imagined a high-class Parisian harlot’s parlour would look. Draped with diaphanous.