As my old partner used to say, ‘Psycho sex is great sex.’ and I found the mother lode with Catwoman. I just hoped she didn’t change personalitie... again in mid-fuck. Rising up to meet my gaze again, I must have forgotten my role, because she was enraged. She smacked me again with the whip handle. ‘BITCH!’ she shrieked. ‘Know your place!’ ‘I’m sorry, Mistress.’ She tore open my pants and grabbed my cock, pulling it out violently. I winced again, which only gave her pleasure. ‘You call this a. ”“Excuse me?” Given the circumstances, her answer made perfect sense. “On those few occasions he came into my bedroom and we did it, he always made sure the lights were off. Then, once he was finished, he’d get up, go to his to his bathroom, and I hear the shower running for at least an hour. Since we slept in separate bedrooms, I wouldn’t see him again until breakfast the next morning. After he died, I found some sort weird device locked in a box in his closet. I had to break it open to. She had had an incredible orgasm as those strange men ogled her naked body. At her age she was starting to question her own beauty and if she could attract a man if she had too. Now she knew. She still had what it took.On the third day, Wednesday, she was very excited, the engineer blasted that horn, and every window had a face in it and there were a lot of cameras. That was what she had been hoping for. Her pulse raced and her orgasm was so strong that she could feel cum flowing down her leg.. She picked the darkest spot possible in the corner. After we sat down I quickly noticed that there was only two other people in there and they were sitting all the way up front.Just then, Angel leaned over and gave me a big kiss sliding her tongue into my mouth. As she kissed me I felt her hand brush over my crotch.“Now do you see why I picked this movie and this theater?” she said whispering in my ear.“I do now. I love it when you’re sneaky.”At that moment the lights went dim and the movie.