"That was amazing." It was. I feel like I own you. That probably sounds twisted." She admitted."No. My body is yours. I have never felt this attractio... before." I think you really do understand what I am feeling. You can do anything you want with me and I think I'll love it and come back for more."She rested her head on his belly. She let her tongue dart out and lick, and suck until his cock was hard again. Without preamble, she rose above him, and straddled him. She eased him into her. He was. Batgirl sometimes wondered if she was getting hooked on the freshly made bean mixtures that the South American owner refused to divulge! Dick Grayson was wearing jeans and a bright green tee-shirt advertising a local rock band. A long way from his old Bruce Wayne inspired slacks and expensive shirts. ‘Wow Holly, you’re certainly having an effect on my partner in crime!’ laughed Batgirl. They were all in ‘civvies’, not wishing to draw attention to themselves. Batgirl’s choice was a little. Sara was still happily getting it all on tape. She zoomed in on my face. And my ass as he pulled out. Was this my Sara?Then they left. I was left alone, tied on that position. I don't know how long I had to wait -- maybe an hour, but it seemed like one hundred. I began to wonder if I had to get out of that myself. I managed to turn the ottoman on its side and lay there sideways on the floor. Other than a little scooting, that is all I managed.Then Sara was back in the room. She untied me and. The days were getting much longer and Harold didn't want me to be recognized, so I was told to show up at 9PM. I decided to have dinner alone before I showed up at his door. There had been no mention of dinner when he called me. I assumed he didn't want to be seen with me, so it was pizza delivery or nothing. Ah the life of a cheap whore, I thought with a giggle.Harold's house boat was his total fantasy world. He told himself that he was an outdoors man. That he hunted from it in the winter and.