I stopped totally for a moment, gawking, as she finished and stood before me like a sculpted work of art. Her body was perfect. Perfect. I would have ...iven anything to have breasts like those; so well suited to the rest of her gorgeous frame."I'm not..." I protested, "I don't... I mean, with another woman... it's not what I..." I couldn't find the words to make her understand, and the fact that I also couldn't stop leering at her made the whole scene even more ludicrous.Again, she told me to. He also thought about the dreams he had last night and hoped it was a premonition of things to come.In his dream, he was clad in the softest and silkiest lingerie imaginable. Cal saw himself in a black bra trimmed with delicate black lace and a garter belt that matched. The garter belt held up a pair of black seamed nylons and over them was a tiny pair of panties. His makeup was flawless and he felt one hundred percent feminine.He wondered if he had gone too far. At first, all he wanted to do. "Aber mach dir keine Hoffnung, es ist noch nicht zu Ende."Wie eine Puppe wurde Marcos hochgehoben, umgedreht und auf allen vieren plaziert. Mit entsetzten Blick sah Marcos, wie die Echse sich hinter ihn kniete, und ihn an den Hüften fasste.'Scheisse, das wird nie passen'. Da spürte er schon, das der geschuppte Schwanz an seinem Arschloch anstiess. Langsam, aber mit grosser Kraft drückte die Spitze gegen seinen Schliessmuskel, der keinen nennenswerten Widerstand leisten konnte. Stück für Stück. “Order? Is that what we had?” Barbara asks with a snort.“Of a sort.”He’s right. New gangs, new troublemakers, and even a few new vigilantes have come out of the woodwork. Gotham abhors a vacuum. It’s good that Bruce decided to go MIA at a moment when at least a few of the usual suspects are safely in Arkham and Blackgate, but that just left more room for these new people to come nosing around. The city needs a bat back on the streets to remind this new crowd that they can’t just loot the place..