"...You're Going To Help Me Solve A Mystery."

Lois Lane held the redhead in her arms as the cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Lana Lang held on for dear life, crying and moaning. The sight of the ginger-haired woman completely lose it awoke something in Lois. A hunger to see Lana like this again. To tease her mercilessly and enjoy how absolutely lost the woman became in pleasure.

Too soon, it was over. Lana clutched onto Lois, and the cock retreated through the gloryhole...taking the cum-filled condom with it.

"I didn't...I didn't cum," Lana said.

Lois ran her hand through the redhead's hair.

"You will," the reporter said. "I promise. But first, I need your help."

Which was how, as Lana calmed down and put herself back together, Lois came to explain to her friend about the missing women she had come to find. The reporter kept Lana Lang's panties in her jacket pocket. She liked the idea of her girlfriend going commando...and being accessible.

"...and that's how I ran into you," Lois said.

"I've heard...there's something that goes on downstairs," Lana said. "I mean, I didn't think it was anything illegal, but if there is anywhere around here that deals with human trafficking or ****, that's where I'd look."

"What is it?" Lois asked.