" I held up my ball for her to see."Please," Grace begged with those puppy dog eyes that made it hard to sayno."I told you no," I snapped.Just then my...mom stepped into the room and gave me one of 'those looks'.It was the kind that said she wasn't angry but that she was about to getvery insistent about something. I'd seen her use that same look a numberof times, including last week right before she had me and my dad spend thewhole day cleaning out the garage. It usually wasn't a good sign."Mark. “It’s more of a factual statement than an opinion, but yeah.”“But you haven’t seen me without my helmet on, right? How do you know I’m not really a hideous monster with snakes for hair?” she grinned.“First, because you’re called Catwoman, not Medusa. Second, you forget that your picture was all over the news during your trial. Still, I guess there’s one way to know for sure.”“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine?”“Fair enough,” Jake nodded.Lowering the cowl of his costume, Jake pulled his. Fuck me.?The whip stopped. ?I said earlier that I would reveal myself to you when the time was right ? now is that time.? Jane?s head was held near the end of the table, face down staring at the floor in front of her. Slowly a shape came into view. The football had materialised into a living being. The skin was transparent revealing all the blood vessels, sinews and muscles underneath. His legs were powerful a cross between a well built athlete and a small horse. And then she saw his. "Put your hands on your head," she ordered. I obeyed and she proceeded to undo my belt and my pants. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled everything down to my ankles. My penis stood involuntarily erect and she gave it a quick slap with her fingers. "You won't be enjoying this so much by the time I'm done with you. "She grabbed my wrist and pulled me across her lap, delivering a rapid succession of hard, open hands smacks, first across both cheeks and then.