I excused myself to pee and she smiled and watched. When I was done she asked if I would put some coffee on for the two of us and I agreed and headed...to the kitchen.I was already pouring our cups when she came downstairs, still in panties and baby T. She asked if I thought what we had been doing was wrong, I said no, we weren't having intercouse, we were only 1 year apart in age and we consented, no one made us do it. She seemed relieved and asked if she could fix something to eat. I told. Her only reaction was when Mistress Sam started smearing the shaving cream on her head. It must have felt cold or something because cynthia gasped slightly.When Mistress Sam was finished, she used a towel to wipe leftover saving cream from cynthia’s head and then ordered, “Present yourself!”Cynthia popped to her feet and stood at attention with her hands locked behind her now bald head and her feet wide apart so that her sex was slightly gaping open.“Puddy tat,” Mistress Sam said firmly, “oil. She turned to him and said, “She’s all yours.”Before I could do anything, he picked me up and threw me back into the pool. I had just come back up to the surface coughing and sputtering water out of my mouth when the shark bell rang. Slave pepper and the stud slave quickly ran back away from the pool and the security people ran in to keep everyone who was still in the pool in the water. There were about a dozen of us.Then the sharks came running out and jumped into the water. Supposedly they. The loss of her intellect would be of no consequence.When they got to the lab, Luthor gave her a sedative which put her to sleep in the seat he had set up. Then, using all the nerve he had culled in his years of hassling Superman, Lex put in a phone call to Lois Lane at her apartment. After she started with a 'Do you know what time it is,' Lex cut in and told her that she had better get in touch with her friend Superman. Lex told her he had finally gotten his hands on a small thermonuclear.