She was a natural redhead. I used my cell to get some choice shots of her display. I told myself that I could probably climb on top and fuck her brain...s out and she wouldn’t wake up But I settled for pictures. I watched over the two girls as I texted Mike.Look what I found and I attached one of the pics. He would know better than to leave it in his texts, but I also knew he would save it somewhere safer.MF he replied, meaning ‘Mother Fuck’!Get your ass over here He would be fuckin’ flyin’.On my. Anything?!’ Catgirl’s face had brightened, just pleased to have got a response, ‘Yes, anything! I’ll do your washing, ironing…….everything!’ Batgirl smiled to herself as she returned to her cabinet, pulled at a lower drawer and lifted out a purple object with thin black straps coiled haphazardly around it. ‘Would you wear this for the rest of the day then? I might consider that as ‘payment” Catgirl sat up straight and eyed the purple object cradled in Batgirl’s hands a little warily, ‘Uh oh,. He had almost a block to walk before he came to a convenient place to cross the street. He never looked in either direction as he stepped into the street. Obviously, it was the duty of everybody else to avoid inconveniencing him. I waited until he got near the middle of the street before I stepped out and challenged him.Jake was so surprised that I think that he damned nearly shit in his pants. This sort of thing did not happen to the omnipotent Jake Holbein. I said, "Good morning, Jake. And it. I wanted to feel her uvula and the inner walls of her throat on the tip of my shitstained fingers. I wanted her to puke on that bed and then push her pretty face and pretty hair down into that vile slime.With my fingers clean and my cock hard I was ready to pound the shit out of her childish crapper. Not like my cock is a behemoth monstrosity, by any means, but it sure is fatter than two of my fingers, with the veins marked all along the pole and a pulsating purple head ready to drill orifices.