Tethers at the sides ofher corset held Batman's elbows, so she could use only one hand at atime. Below the waist, a teeny-tiny G-string was the only t...ingpermitting anything like "modesty"... the only garment at all, in fact,except for too-tall/too-tight shiny black high-heels and knee hobblesthat forced "Betty" to take short, mincing, butt-wiggling, boob-bouncingsteps!And oh yes: the teeny flesh-tone-metal chastity cage made of a new alloyfrom Wayne Industries! Complete with a neatly-trimmed. The girl having turned up at John’s apartment door with a black eye, bruised arm and three pieces of luggage ie the guitars, had pleaded to get away from the cultured city and the dangers she saw there.“So the music ... it was her?” asked Grace quietly studying the sulking face of the girl.“Yeah! Isn’t she good?” enthused John sitting down with Ernestine and stroking her leg.The girl smiled briefly.“She’s as you would say John, fucking brilliant. I want to hear more,” chuckled Grace. “Tell me,. The last time anything unusual had happened mother had said to me, It never happened. Nothing happened. Forget it as though nothing happened. I repeated this over and over in my mind, trying to convince myself that it never happened. When my friends got on the bus I put the events of the night out of my mind and did not think of them again until I approached the back door of our home after school. The remembrance of the feelings as I had hunched into my mothers pussy gave me an instant. . so 15 mins after she left my room i go to her room and knock.. she opens the door in a tshirt and panties .. i stand there and say i havnt seen the view from your room.. she drags me into the room. she lies herself onto the bed and tells me to strip to my underpants.. once i am undressed she sees my cock straining in his clothed prison.. come here she tells me .. i lie beside her and we start kissing and exploring each others bodies.. my hands lift her tshirt and get it over her head exposing.