I was already in deep enough shit without Lupe adding to it. I was already resigned to being grounded for the rest of my life and I’m only 16 years...old. My name is Tim.“You’d better listen to Timmy, Scarface. You’re now about ten seconds away from me tearing into you.” I cringed. Lupe had a thin scar along her left cheek about an inch and a half long. Scarface was her nickname but only behind her back. Rumor had it she acquired the scar in a fight with another girl over a guy but I’d. The taxi finally came to a halt and the engine was turned off. I looked through the open window, but it was very dark outside. Víctor was still close to me, but I could not count with him, he was even flumsier than me.The second man left the car and opened my side door: “It’s time for fun, bitch!!” I heard he barked at me. I was really scared now, thinking that those black men were going to fuck me there, in the middle of nowhere, in front of my loving husband.He grabbed by my hand and dragged. There was no need to check each compartment. She knew each one would contain a duplicate of what was in her original arsenal. That, or an updated improvement.Finally, to complete the transformation, Barbara reached for the tight purple and black cowl that rested on a styrofoam head. Back in her early days of the Darknight Damsel, she’d worn a long haired red wig underneath the cowl to hide her own short locks. Now her own natural hair was more than long enough to take the wig’s place.Once cowl. He wanted his arms and legs to be free so he could wrap himself tightly around Lucy - holding him to her, pressing his grateful body against hers, squeezing their chests together - simply loving this beautiful girl who had just showed him the best time in the world.His pussy was still fizzing with heat and felt unmistakably gorgeously wet all over.“I think I’m going to have to teach you a lesson, sweetheart,” Lucy whispered in his ear. What do you mean, thought Dan, I think I’ve learned enough.