White rabbit teeth, cute rather than bucktoothed. Almost geeky. Everything about her – from her cute smile, to her little boobs bouncing in her t-sh...rt, to her fast walk, says ‘perky’.She walks toward our camera position – clearly looking at the ground to make sure she hits her mark – then coming to a sudden halt with her upper body in perfect focus, and announcing her presence a little too loud and with just a tad too much confidence.“Hello there ... My name is Brooke Longstaff. I’m 20 years. . Gosh, what person thence would that be?”Her laughter was sweeter than the chimes that begin to sound in the distance.We reached the front steps of Morgan Hall. She quickly thanked me and hurried inside.I stood there and watched her walk briskly up the steps and through the doors, her hips moving in a graceful rhythm. I had been so captivated by her I hadn't even learned her name.Mentally kicking myself, I also entered into the building.Finding my classroom and strolling inside, I glanced. And so it went for three more spanks when suddenly the Batphone rang. Stephanie knew of his work as Batman, of course. All the servants, under the supervision of the ever-present Alfred, knew and were sworn to secrecy, in return for life-long employment. Quickly, Bruce rose and strode to the phone. “Yes, Commissioner Gordon, Batman here,” he spoke into the receiver.“Batman, we have an emergency. A group of gunmen has broken into the Gotham Federal Bank. We know they have some hostages. We were invited to join her and the others for breakfast. They indicated they were very pleased with how the evening had gone, and I was complimented on how well I handled it. Although for the life of me I didn’t think I’d done anything special. We began the clean up from the party; it consisted of mostly picking up condom wrappers. Some knickers and bras that were discarded were picked up and thrown in the garbage. My dress and silk knickers were missing. I thought that in future I wouldn’t.