I told him we were alone and that I was onto his blackmailing game. What happened next?”
“Well, he recognized my costume and began to laugh at me. Indian sex I just sat there on his chest trying to compose my self.”
“Wow Nightwing, you got me worked up, I just made a mess on the floor under my desk. Good thing it is late and I’m alone!”
“Is that right?”
“So, what did you do with him?”
“Put him back to sleep, brought him back to where I picked him up and left him there with a note and a gift.”
“What did the note say?”
” Batman will receive a copy of all the pictures. That is when I rammed my lubricated index finger as far as it would go up his virgin little hole.”
“I’ll bet he jumped!”
“Yeah and how!

















