Diana snuggled between her husband, Steve Trevor and her un-official wife, Barbara Minerva AKA Cheetah. Both ladies were wearing leopard patterned open crotched latex catsuits and Steve was wearing a tight blue catsuit made to be a sexual parody of his
Air Force uniform. She sighed.
It wasn't that she was unhappy with the sex, far from it, Cheetah had a saphiric gift and Steve had targeting system that always hit her g-spot. It just seemed sometimes that she was just so limited. Ever since she had felt her true sexual liberation she
had wanted to be public bicycle, you know? Everyone would ride her. Some times she wondered what it would be like to be a star in the best brothel out there....
Little did she know that eyes were watching her right now.