I disengage his mouth from my nipple, and bend my head to reach his cock, resting it on my cheek while I slip his balls into my mouth, he lays back le...ting out a moan…I feel his boy meat sliding across my cheek as it grows so I release his walnut-sized jewels and slide my tongue up his semi-soft shaft, reaching his cock head, which I slip my tongue into his p-hole tasting a drop of precum. The whole time he is moaning and leaning back, I open my mouth and start sucking his head slowly moving. You're actually Bruce Wayne, millionaire industrialist,philanthropist, and playboy, of course. Who did you think you were?"Bruce shook his head sending his long black hair swirling madly abouthis head and shoulders. Something was wrong... very wrong... with this.He had to fight back. He was Bruce Wayne. But at the same time, howcould he possibly be Bruce Wayne if Batman were really Bruce Wayne? Heknew they were one and same, so he just couldn't be him. However, if hewasn't Bruce Wayne, then. It needs to be stimulated so it is receptive. And I need to be completely familiar with what I am going to paint. I need to touch it—all of it. I need to see how it responds.” As I continued to whisper all about how she was simply my canvas and I needed to prepare her, I touched her all over. I rubbed and lightly pinched her nipples until they were solid peaks on her breasts. I kissed her. I probed her depths. And finally... , “I need to see now if she is truly as receptive as I want her to. I scooted over toward the couch, attempting to slip out from under her.Jordan moaned lightly. Her hand slid up my abs and over my chest to hook over my other shoulder. Then she snuggled against me and continued to snooze.I was wide awake, aroused and scared. My chest was as sensitive as it had been yesterday. Some part of me must have hoped that it was either a dream or some other equally short-lived response, because I felt a touch of fear. It was the one thing, the only real thing that I had.