At Wayne Manor Alfred was preparing a breakfast in the kitchen when he heard the ungodly noise of a motorcycle screaming towards the manor.
Driving the bike was a red haired girl in leathers with what looked like a gimp from an S&M club clinging to her back as she rode towards them.
It was then that Alfred started to hear the blasting heavy metal from the bike’s radio.
Alfred looked closer, it was Miss Barbara and master Dick. But what were they doing on that chopper; Barbra rode a Vespa, didn’t she?
No, that wasn’t right. Babs always rode a chopper.
But why was Dick wearing a gimp outfit, normally Babs kept him just the gloves, boots, and rubber booty shorts.
Speaking of latex the latex was rather tight against his nipples.
“His nipples?” That was not right, Anaiis thought to herself.
One of the luxuries of working for the Waynes was that they indulged the young French maid’s latex fetish.
Martha even took to wearing a few of the young maid’s pieces for her husband before their murder.
Being only a decade older then young Brucie she had taken his virginity in her latex lingerie.
Bruce thanked her every year of service with the latest youth treatments to keep her looking much younger then she was at this point.
She still looked stunning in her latex maid’s dress, chocker, panties, opera gloves, garter belt, thigh high stockings and stiletto heeled ankle boots.
Dick had been deflowered as well, but she was not sure if she had done it or Babs had.
“Anaiis?” Babs shouted as she parked the bike.
“Oi Mistress Barbra?”
“Protein shake for Dickie,” Babs gave the maid the customary French kiss, “He had a long night, and needs his strength.”
Babs and Anaiis groped each other’s latex panties sending shudders throw each as the built-in dildos moved about inside them.
Dickie came forward and Anaiis gave him a kiss over his ball gag.
She gave his crotch a quick grope. She slapped his ass as he walked past.