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Bruce spent the rest of the day, 9 hours, fucking Rachel silly. By the time he was done everyone had left the office, Bruce was covered in sweat, and Rachel was covered in sweat and cum.

Bruce gave Rachel one final cream pie before he let the girl rest, 9 hours of basically non-stop orgasms had taken there toll on her. She was too exhausted to speak, to stand, or even to sleep, she just laid on the couch watching as Bruce put his clothes back on. Once Bruce finished dressing himself he decided to give the girl a break before getting dressed herself. In the meantime Bruce took a look at some of the documents Rachel had meant to show him before they got "distracted".

Most of them meant very little to Bruce, he left running Wayne Enterprises mostly to Lucius and the board, but one of them did catch his eye. 'The December Gala' a charity event hosted by Bruce Wayne at Wayne Manor, it happened every year and an invite was sent out to everyone who had donated to one of Bruce's many charities throughout the year. Normally Alfred took care of all the details and Bruce just made an appearance to give a short speech, 'but that's not an option now is it,' Bruce thought with a grimace.

Bruce would need to come up with a way to plan the Gala while still running around as Batman. Speaking of Batman Bruce could see the Bat-signal being fired up across town. 'Looks like I don't have time to give Rachel a break,' Bruce thought moving toward the exhausted girl.

"Rachel," Bruce said shaking the girl slightly getting no response, "Rachel," he shook her again, again no response. Bruce thought for a moment before taking her by the shoulder's again saying, "Slave." A flash of recognition in her eyes was all Bruce needed.

"I have to go," Bruce said, "I want you to rest here before you're ready to leave, when you are ready there will be a driver waiting for you outside okay."

Rachel nodded slightly. Bruce smiled, "Good toy."

Bruce stood and went down to the lobby walking over to the night guard, "Steve how's the family."

"There good Mr. Wayne," Steve said, "how's your little girl been."

Bruce smiled and thought, 'Better than ever,' before saying, "Still a teenager."

Steve laughed, "I wish I could say it get's better."

"Well Steve my secretary is working late tonight," Bruce said, "I would like you to call a driver to wait outside until she comes down to take her home."

Steve gave Bruce a knowing look before saying, "I can do that," before Bruce could walk back to the elevator to go to the basement Steve said, "Will she be working late a lot."

Bruce smiled giving Steve a sideways glance, "You're perceptive aren't you Steve."

"It's what you hire me for sir," Steve responded.

Bruce chuckled slightly and walked toward the elevator, "Good night Steve."

"Good night Mr. Wayne."