He was very nervous to start with he could barely keep his camera steady as he took pictures of my wife with her outfit on and did some head shots of ...er to begin with. Finally my wife getting bored with the shoot so far asked if he was going to do up skirt shots of her. He smiled and said sure if she would let him.He had her sit at the kitchen table and got on the opposite side of the table pulled out the chair started to take pictures up her skirt telling her to open her legs more if she. But then my Mother's thoughts came back to me about getting to know each other better and that it would be so much better.With that in mind, I pulled back a little and raised up. We both watched intently as my pulsing dagger passed over her welcoming slit. And for just a moment, I entertained the idea of slipping into her damp warmth. After all, wasn't that what it was made for? After it passed by her pussy, I deposited my penis on top of her groin. We stared momentarily before she pulled. "You're always told 'he puts his pants on one leg at a time'. It's up there with the 'motion of the ocean' line." Fischer put his hand over his heart. "It gives you a mental edge for the whole day."Kampar crossed her arms. "And if he had failed?"The men looked at each other. "Nuclear wedgie."Ensign Kampar rolled her eyes; she needed to change the subject. "We have quarters on the fourth floor of this complex." Turning, she gestured toward the door."Who has the con?" Mead inquired.Kampar slowed. Now, if they can lure Supergirl in, they must completely break down her spirit in six months until Superman and her allies returns to Earth from a Mission.The sexually inexperienced Supergirl is depowered with a kryptonite dog collar and locked up. She must try to maintain her willpower and dignity despite the gradual corruption of her body and mind. The will of a superheroine is strong, but is it strong enough to endure the powerful drug Nymprofen and the sexual depravity of mortal.