She said shut the fuck up, you will enjoy everything you do and see including watching a man with a cock that is longer and fatter than yours pounding...into my pussy and possibly my ass. I told her that I have never even had the opportunity to do her ass since we have been together. She looked me in the eye and said that I started all of this, so I needed to be quiet and go in the bag to get out a buttplug we had purchased. We had not used this toy yet because after we got it we saw that it was. A door creaks on its hinges in their bedroom. Knees akimbo, a rumpled sheet still at work on the juncture between her thighs, she glances over her shoulder. He meets her eyes. She can hear the sound of his bag being dumped, the impatient thump of shoes onto floorboards, a zipper and the dull thud of cloth. In a moment, his arms are either side of her splayed form. Body heat reaches out to cover her, even before their skin can touch. She feels him radiating warmth. He kisses her neck, a newly. She remembered our first talk, where she was bound between chopped-off body parts as she tried to entice me with her fantastic body even if we both knew I was trying to decide about the “dead or alive” thing for her.I reminded her that Bruce Wayne was a millionaire rich guy, but she pointed out that was a comic book and Batman was not a “walking talking crime scene.” In fact he had friends on the force, and that big-ass searchlight they used to call him.Did LAPD have a searchlight to call me?. We met in the local greasy spoon cafe as he came in for breakfast and lunch. He Didn,t work as he had loads of money he,d inherited, but loved to work on vintage cars which brother Austin also liked to do. My parents did not like Austin associating with him and were not impressed when I let him sit next to me at the restaurant table. “You may not like Austin associating with Ted, but I,ll sit with whoever I like!” I shushed their objections. Of course they had no idea of my history with males.