Do you think you can refrain from laughing if we need to use the probe on your Marvel body.” “I’ll try,” Mary snickered, “but no promises.�...“I’ll take what I can get,” Diana sighed as she opened the door to the examination room. Somehow Mary managed to keep a straight face until she rejoined Kara in the waiting room when she dropped to one of the seats in a fit of giggles. “So, they used the probe on you, too?” Kara asked her friend when Mary finally managed to catch her breath. “Yes,” Mary. Once she did, he started to slowly move his hand, kneading her breast ever so gently, lightly touching her engorged nipple while feeling her hand on has abdomen gradually moving downwards towards his hard and ready penis, which was tenting his pants and causing him pain from being constricted. He wriggled his hips, trying to make it more comfortable. Caroline had seen her father’s penis when he was washing, but it had always been small and floppy. She had never even known that a man’s penis. “Please Master, that girl died when I became a slave. Any name you wish is acceptable to a slave.”I knew, of course, her real name and could have named her that. Frankly it makes things easier as it’s easy for a slave to forget their slave name during the first few days. I liked to change a slave’s name though; it helped to reinforce her position. After all it was my right, she was after all just property, an animal in the eyes of the law. Emma was not her real name and I could not help but. A couple of other small unrelated incidents around the same time and that damned list came into my mind again, only this time I felt there just may be a pathway through it and a couple of weeks ago I presented Gordon with the first draft of the following.GORDON'S LUCKY DAYA short story by the modern bard This is a story of fiction and as such any similarities to persons past and present is totally circumstantial. If you believe that, I do a very nice line in London Bridges. Cheapest on E-bay.