Whether it had to do with the Joker or not she didn’t know but if someone was in trouble her duty was clear to do what she could to help.Coming to a...halt she killed the engine to better listen when the sound was repeated originating from somewhere past a copse of trees on her left side. Leaving the Batcycle by the side of the path she sprinted in the direction of the cry until she burst out of the trees and into the clearing beyond where a shocking scene greeted her. Two muscular hoodlums were. She had never experienced anything like this; the sense of urgency was both frightening and exhilarating. Emma didn’t know what was happening; she only knew that it was wonderful and she didn’t want it to stop. Suddenly, the euphoria that was spreading through Emma’s body began to overwhelm her in a sudden eruption of pleasure. Her body tensed as she began to rub her pussy frantically, her legs straining against the stirrups. She cried out in a desperate moan, urging her horse into a trot. Now. She checked it was the masseur and then opened it. He appraised her body and apparently approved. He spoke very good English. He said: “You look hot. You’re wearing too much.” He undid the sarong and let it drop to the floor. He appraised her again, now she was basically naked. He was wearing cycling gear. The bulge in his Lycra shorts got suddenly bigger. She went very wet between her legs. He told her to lie on the bed face-down but to keep her little string on. “You will enjoy how I remove. I was in my element.Then he made me lie on the bed on my back with my head hanging over the edge, he then stripped off and stood over me. Without saying anything he thrust his eight-inch cock straight into my mouth and started face-fucking me. I had cum and spit pouring down my face as I struggled to accommodate his huge cock. "Now I am gonna fuck you, like a cheap whore. Turn over and spread your ass," yelled Dan. I did as he said and then he poured what felt like a gallon of lube over and.