Immediately I ripped off my clothes and headed for the bedroom, fighting to keep my hands away from my hot, moistened vagina. It seemed like an eterni...y before I reached the bed, but finally I was there. No longer concerned with where my friend had gone, I began caressing my clit. Starting out in slow circular motions then pressing harder as I flicked my finger up and down. My hips started moving to the rhythm of my finger. Panting and moaning, I could feel my body ready to explode. I heard a. He pressed the plug against the asshole he controls and then removed it. I heard him putting lube on the plug and felt a glob against the opening and then inside my rectum. I took the plug into my ass easily. When he finally began laying stripes into the skin of my thighs, he did it excruciatingly slowly. He let the stings grow and mellow. I felt myself drifting. I imagined that my Master was sitting on a throne while another man whipped me in the center of a great hall. As the punisher laid. I straightened my tie, cleared my throat and went to open the door. Jennifer’s mother waltzed straight inside, without invitation. Despite this rudeness, I immediately perceived her aura of subtle sexiness. She was petite, slim and though perhaps into her sixties, a very attractive lady.She turned to me, “You must be Jennifer’s little helper?”“Err, yes, well, I, err, I do some jobs around the house,” I spluttered, “Madam,” and bowed (I remembered!).“Well, don’t just stand there, take my coat!”. For many years the Joker had played a diabolical cat and mouse game with him, sacrificing hundreds of lives. And now he was dead. He now understood why Gordon was so sure that Joker was dead. Before him, Batman saw a long table. The joker was lying on top of it and his whole belly was shredded. The intestines were scattered wildly. His right leg was torn off and lay on the ground a few meters away. The wound wasn't clean and smooth. The leg had been ripped out. With brute force. But the worst.