Most of the team was going out to eat, but she really hadn't had much of an appetite lately. She had been in a bad mood for the last two weeks. Ever s...nce she had brought that girl home. Fucking gorgeous girl. Had made her heart skip a beat the moment she had seen her in the club. Knew that she had to have her. Straight girl, dancing with her friends, a few guys. She was stunning, her body a 10. Her face even higher if that was possible. The girl was getting drunk, giggly. They made eye contact. When he finally got around to answering my question, his explanation was not anything like I expected. “We live in such a perilous time for our country. People like Sylvester Bergendorf are truly the exception, not the rule. Far more great industrialists would rather spit on the Queen than use their wealth and talent to help serve the Crown.“Mr. Bergendorf is not even British, Lord Terrance, and you were born and raised an American. Between the two of you, your contributions toward England’s. She took the bar of soap and soaped her pussy thoroughly - after all he had stated that he wanted it kept clean. She took the bar of soap and thrust it into her cunt. Might as well clean the inside too. She soaped her hand well and then took her left hand and started to slide her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was quick to get wet. Nothing gave her more pleasure than pleasuring herself. Pretty soon, she was fisting herself. Her right hand was pinching her nipples. She cried out as. "Oh, you still don't get it yet, do you?" She pulled a pack out of the box, then another."You're mine. And why a mere Sex toy? Why not something deeper? Don't I set your body ablaze in pleasure? Don't I make you cum? Of course I do. Why fight it?"She walked over to Batowman setting the unmarked packages down, then set about checking the shackles making sure they're secure on Batwoman's wrists as she pressed a deep, warm kiss to her mouth. "Mmmhnnnn!" I'm your only if I agree to be yours, and.