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Funnily, it was put out by Alfred, not Bruce. It almost seemed like he was the one in charge. In a weird way that made sense to Jason. After all, he was constantly blaming Batman for his mistakes; Bruce had screwed-up so many times before. It made sense that someone else was taking over, running things with a firm, strong hand.

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Jason didn't notice that his hand was sliding into his pants as he thoughts about how Alfred ran things with his firm, strong hand.

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And if Alfred was running things, then someone else needed to be doing the cooking and cleaning. It would probably be a good job. Good benefits. Alfred would be a good boss, firm but fair. Only punishing the maid if she really deserved it.

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Jason moaned as he gave his cock a squeeze.

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* * *

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John Stewart had already lost most of his muscle tone. In fact, it seemed like much of his bulk had found its way to his ass, which now had swelled into the most impressive ghetto booty Fire had ever seen, looking so pretty oozing with pink spunk. Well, that and a couple of budding breasts.

But he still tried to resist.

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"N-nooo!" The pink spunk dribbled out of his mouth.

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Fire pressed one stiletto heel against the back of his head, forcing his face towards the cum.

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"Leek eet up, you bad boy!" she growled.

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* * *

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"Honey, I'm home," Clark said as he entered his apartment.

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"You're late!"

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Lois Lane strutted out of the bedroom, dressed in her kinky teacher outfit, compelete with her breasts straining against her pink blazer and her pink skirt hugging her body. Her hair was still in a strict bun and she gazed frostily at Clark from behind her glasses.

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"You bad boy!" Lois stroked her ruler.

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* * *

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"Hello, Guy!"

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Guy Gardner turned around to see the transformed Ice.

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"Eye want to chat with you."