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Bruce
I'm so weak when Barbara asks me for anything.
I can't help myself when she's beside me.
I love the way she moans when we're lovemaking.
Her cute panties, her saucy bouncy breasts, her firmly, shapely body...
She begged me to help her climax last night, so I stayed with her long enough to satisfy her.
She was so fucking aroused, which made me excited, so how could I not?
My own satisfaction could wait, I wanted to make her satisfied.
I took care of my own needs in the shower afterward.
Remembering exactly how she appeared as she climaxed earlier pushed me right over the edge.
It wasn't the first time I'd thought of her while I jacked off.
She was on my mind a lot lately and haunting me in my dreams.
Naked.
Wanting me.
Satisfying me.
with me pleasuring her until she squealed and then more.
Much more.
Maybe some spanking?
Handcuffs?
Rough and hard?
Backdoor?
Tied up?
With toys and appliances?
Those were some very sexy dreams.
I'll have to test them out while we're both awake to see what she enjoys.
God, I have to jack off again just thinking of all the possibilities.
Ungh!
Damn, that woman makes me so hard.
She hasn't been to my new pleasure chamber yet, maybe we could break it in together. Mmm.
Ah, shit, I'm coming again!
Barbara
What did I do last night?
I was so high.
Did I sleep with Bruce right here in his home?
Oh God, what have I done!
I remember getting some potent painkillers.
They worked on me like a bottle of wine.
No pain, but I forgot how stupid they make me.
So glad I didn't take them near Riddler, I might have... oh, god no!
No no no!
Just NO!
Yuck!
I remember being woozy.
I think Bruce walked me upstairs cause my balance was way, way off.
I couldn't even undress by myself, I got stuck in my tunic!
He helped me, I think.
But then my memory gets blurred.
Did I...?
Did we...?
I think I remember climaxing but was that a hallucination, or did I masturbate?
If it was... well, in either case, I certainly enjoyed it!
I'm almost too embarrassed to ask, but I gotta know.
Someone left a robe on the chair for me, I guess.
And a basket of personal care things.
And a tray of breakfast!
Alfred!
He's so thoughtful.
And a little bit of a tease, I hazily remember him remarking that maybe I needed a sleeping partner!?
Oh! That man!
I figure he knows everything by now, especially after the limousine nobody could mistake that for anything other than what it was.
And nothing ever gets by that British Bloodhound.
There are no secrets in this house from him!
But for him to suggest that Bruce and I sleep together? I suppose maybe it's his way of expressing approval.
Sigh.
Maybe he won't throw me out for being such a slut.
I may as well go and wash up and enjoy my breakfast.