Straining myself, I found the strength to stand. I looked about the darkened room for a light and a mirror. I needed water desperately. I found a dial...that illuminated the room. I found that too bright a light hurt my eyes, so I left it low and noticed a mirror nearby. I was cured of what ailed me. The concussion was history. The wounds and sprains, strains and lacerations were healing or healed completely. Even the lash mark across my shoulder from Catwoman’s whip was a faint, greenish line.. You are so wet. There's so much juice leaking out from your pussy." Darling, I know. I am so fucking wet. I have not felt this good for a long time."Mark kept plunging his fingers in and out of my pussy. I was riding a wave of intense pleasure and all my sensations were now on my cunt.I suddenly reached down and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. They were soaking wet and shining with my juices. I raised his hand to my face and pushed his fingers into my open mouth and began to suck them. And really nice legs. Nude colored pantyhose. With just a touch of Lycra to give them a subtle shine. Topped off by a nice short, black polyester miniskirt. No wonder I was getting hard. I looked down, I was at full staff.She couldn't seem to take her eyes off my cock. She even stopped asking me questions. Could she actually be turned on by this? A guy in women's underwear? I must admit it, I was a quite a bit larger than average. After staring at it for a few more minutes, she handed me back. " Then let's not delay your coming another minute." The girl zipped down her tight-fitting mini-dress and let it fall around her ankles, the big, heavy tits falling free, the brownish nipples taut with desire.Mark's mouth fell open. The young man had had no female attention in several days and the sight of her lovely body caused his prick to stiffen instantly. The strength to resist left him, as it always did, almost immediately, and while he sat there, immobilized by his own hormones,.