“Sally, hasn’t it occurred to you that all this stuff — the studio, the office, the actors, the equipment — is way more expensive than a small...photography business makes.”He paused to let this sink in.“So who pays for it? We are a business that sells sex to an elite clientele, real sex, sex both live and on video. It brings in a lot of money.”So it was that simple. Money had been her object, and money had betrayed her. She raged. “Let me out of this chair, you creep. I didn’t ask to be. We left everything the way we found it. There's no more of my people in there, but I must confess to you. I've never seen anything like it. He doesn't even deserve an ending like that." Why are you sure he's dead? He's played games like that before." Believe me, Batman. He's dead!" With these words Commissioner Gordon left the roof and left the Black Knight alone. He almost hoped Batman would confirm that Joker was dead. This asshole had been to Arkham far too often in his personal opinion.. This was different. I knew what this old Black man wanted. He wanted me to lick his asshole. And even if I didn't want to do it I was going to. I placed my tongue on it, and he started jerking my head back and forth, making me rim him. By now my cock was jutting out of my panties, and the drool was clear to the floor in a puddle. Carl jerked my head away from his asshole and stood up. Keeping hold of my hair, he led me, on my knees, to the bedroom. Once at the bed, he pulled me to my feet and. Pansy’s smile grew as she began to fondle the monster rods, licking the tips every few seconds to the boys’ obvious satisfaction. Pansy was an experienced cock sucker, working both shafts like the pro. Although no amateur or rooky, Pansy’s sexual prowess was in large part due to the spells now controlling her actions.‘I’ve been waiting four years to tap this ass… Who knew I could just pay for it!’ laughed one of the boys. Pansy didn’t even respond as the two Slytherin boys talked about her.