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Added 2019-07-26 19:00:02 +0000 UTC

Kara Zor-El left the children’s room of Wayne Manor, her supersenses confirming that all of Bruce’s kids were sound asleep, healthy, and safe.

She did not look very much like a babysitter, unless it was one out of a crass joke or tawdry soap opera—the same resemblance that a French maid might bear to a female who actually wiped counters and washed windows for a living. Not that there was anything tasteless or even openly sexual about Kara’s dress. She wore a simple black dress, its hem reaching to mid-thigh, its straps caressing her shoulders. But even twelve years ago, Kara’s youth was losing its innocence. Her creamy thighs showed firm toning under the sneaking skirt, while her double-D breasts pushed almost through the tightening cleavage of her dress, with barely room for her nipples. It seemed inevitable that her burgeoning muscles would shred this dress eventually—if her nipples didn’t do it first. Soft, they weren’t such a problem. But, in checking on the children, she’d also overheard what Bruce and Diana were doing.

The lord and lady of the house had snuck in with enough stealth to stymie even Kara, if temporarily. They evidently wanted to leave their children in Kara’s care long enough to bring their romantic evening out to a climax—perhaps more than one, judging by the way Diana was moaning.

Kara’s nipples pushed out until the fabric covering them was almost sheer. As if drawn by them, she walked forward. It wasn’t that she wanted to intrude on the Waynes’ privacy. In exchange for her superpowered protection of the children, Kara was being extremely well-paid. More than enough for her to cover for a little hanky-panky. But she still felt compelled to come closer and closer to the bedroom Bruce and Diana were in, even as she hypocritically refused to use her supersenses. She got so close that she could hear a muffled male groan with her naked ears.