Natural Lubricant

With an expert eye, Lois examined the manacles on Wonder Woman's wrists, doing her best not to look at her breasts. No mean feet, considering that the woman was a head taller than her, putting her nips at about mouth-level.

"I think we can slip your hands out. We just need a little lubricant." She said finally.

"Where are we going to get lubricant in here?" Diana asked.

Lois gave the Amazon the raised eyebrow.

Diana grinned.

"Oh, I like this plan. Please proceed."

Steeling herself, Lois stepped closer to the bound princess. Now she stared directly at the big pink nipple, the pale flesh that it was attached to. There were very fine lines of scars, nearly invisible until you were right up on them.

"Old injuries," Lois said.

Her hand cupped the Amazon's mound. One finger slid along the slit, felt the fine hairs down there. A little damp. They'd have to change that.

"How do you like it?" The reporter turned her gaze to Diana's eyes. Her fingers began to rub against the slit. "What gets you wet?"

"With women, I...like to watch them. Touch themselves." The barest hint of color rose to Wonder Woman's cheeks. "When...when I was young, one of the other women took me aside and...taught me anatomy. All the names of everything. I saw every part of her. It was fascinating. I pressed my face as close as I dared without being imprudent. Since then I...well, I like to watch."

She coughed, but didn't seek to avoid the reporter's gaze.

"It isn't voyeurism. I like them to know I am watching. I like to see women...show off their bodies."

The reporter nodded. "Well then. I guess I'll just have to put on a show."