Lately she had been doing more hero stuff than villain, but she is starting to get a bit bored. Pammy left Gotham, so she is alone most of the time, n... villains trust her after she switched to good, and heroes are wary of her for various reasons. Not a fun time. Suddenly there is a bright light surrounding her and she hears a voice in her head."I am granting you a very powerful gift Ms. Quinzel. In the simplest of turns, it is a godly penis. It has many powers, whomever you use it on will. Because it does. I will write in the future stories as a Blog style after ongoing date night sessions but I need to get this out first.It all started when we were having date night one evening. We had drank a couple of glasses of wine whilst lounging on the bed, reaffirming our love and discussing life in general. I remember my eyes caressing all of her sexy curves and pondering for far too long on her magnificent breasts. Actually, she loves the attention and knows exactly how to use her. I took us just a few doors down from the dance, to a classroom door recessed into the wall about 10 feet, creating a kind of mini-hallway dedicated to that door. This would do well enough, but I tried the door anyway, expecting to find it locked. It wasn't. Even better.My hand was trembling as I opened the door and brought us into the classroom, locking it behind us and turning on just one row of lights. I felt sick with anticipation.Turning back around and dropping to my knees in front of him,. A thirst in my soul that I had all but forgotten was suddenly apparent by its disappearance. I felt the tears on my cheeks but all volition was denied me as the object of my denial stood before me as I'd often imagined, but long given up any hope of seeing.She looked spectacular; her hair was dishevelled; she wore no make up and her eyes and nose were red from the biting north wind, but a more wonderful sight I had never seen. She was manna, ambrosia and a warm summer's day all rolled into.