Finally, Hawkeye could last no longer, and erupted, his hips bucking the Black Widow almost off her mount. Exhausted, Clint lay back as Natasha pulled...the last of his jism from his softening cock with a shudder. He was shocked as the Black Widow reared back up, and her coiled fist unleashed itself against Hawkeye's jaw. Clint felt consciousness leave him as JARVIS' artificial voice called out "Hawkeye neutralized - training sequence complete."* * *Hawkeye forced himself into Tony Stark's office. She ignored me. ‘Come here often?’ I tried again. ‘My God, is that the best you can do.’ Her voice was divine, a little bit husky, probably from smoking, with a faint British accent. ‘Sorry, I am out of practice. Can I try again?’ I said. She smiled her acquiescence. ‘Is that Channel #5?’ I asked. ‘It’s smells wonderful.’ ‘You’re not very good at this, are you?’ ‘No,’ I agreed, ‘I was married for a long time and just recently divorced. Out of practice. Ok, so you tell me, what’s a good pick up. I quickly pulled my trousers to my knees, thinking that would be enoughto show I had panties and stockings on and that my plug was in. But thatwasn't good enough."No get them right the way off Sissy, and take your shoes off." But I'm at work," I said."No buts, Sissy, DO IT! And for that, I will have Master John give you ademerit."Shit, that was the last thing I needed, knowing that the demerit wouldmean I would have to do something to feminise myself. Following lastweeks demerits, I had been. The built in radar detector turned red. I took the lead foot off the accelerator and the regenerative braking slowed me down to the speed limit in 2 seconds. I crested the small rise and there he was, on the side with the handheld unit pointing out of the crack of the partially open door. Grinning I kept on trucking as the yellow corvette I passed a couple miles back shot over the top of the hill. Watching in the rear view mirror I chuckled as the lights came on and the Corvette scrambled. He.