I turn, "You should really deal with that problem of yours. You might become addicted to sex later on," he said, a smirk on his face. I knew then that...he wanted to... Oh, for god's sake, who cared if he was married or not? I walked closer towards him and said, "Maybe you should help me with that," flirting right back. He walked closer to me until we were a few inches away from each other. "Maybe I should," he whispers, holding my waist and leaning down as though to kiss me. Now, I know that. You wish he would keep using his tongue more but he just pushes a finger into your very wet opening, teases, then retreats followed by a light spank to heighten your arousal. She hands you the strapon and you feel the extra tingling running through your pussy; thinking of fucking an attractive woman instead of the one taking it for change. He stands up behind you snuggling up, wrapping his arms around you cupping your breasts, lightly running his fingers across your nipples that have become. Finally, she stopped talking and I could put a few important facts together in my head. It didn’t change my main mission there. ‘I really don’t care, Catwoman. I’m just here to get Batgirl. I leave this weird shit up to you folks.’ Contrary to what I expected, Catwoman strolled up to me casually, swinging her hips in a hypnotic ballet of her sexuality. She flashed a disarming smile and produced her bullwhip from its side holster. ‘You have no idea what’s happened to her. She was the first test. The three wolves sat back on their haunches, as if about to bay at the moon.She giggled, thinking of the Aesop fable about the fox and the grapes. They were staring up at her cunt, framed in the moonlight, longing for it--and there would be no sour grapes tonight. Karen's pussy was not about to be out of reach much longer. She swayed, sitting on the top strand of the fence. Her dark pubic triangle seemed spread like pitch on her white belly in the moonlight. Lower down, her pink cunt gash was.