Sandy had thrown herself on the bed feet first, and was leafing through the Austen she had found on Mary’s bedside table. “And then there’s the...kitchen, large and sunny, with a dining table…” Mary’s voice trailed off as she watched Sandy tear a page out of the novel, wrap her gum inside, and toss the package on the floor. Mary could hardly believe her eyes. She suddenly noticed she was trembling. “Aren’t you going to pick it up?” That was the first time Sandy had spoken. She was grinning at. He had assembled us, so that together we could take you out and Gotham would be ours...” as Batman voices, “Over my dead body,” but Ivy continues, “ ... I believe that was the idea. I told him that I wasn’t interested in his pathetic human games and when I came to ... I was locked up by some other looking Ivy. She rescued me from the Knight, telling me stories about him. He isn’t what he appears, and she needs you to stop him or more precisely your human seed...”Batman continues to listen,. You make me take my shirt off and then stand in front of you with my hands on my head.You then undo the button on my jeans, and pull the zipper down, and pull the pants down to my ankles.You then pull my underwear down, and begin to make fun of my penis.You then make me step out of everything and take my socks off.You then begin to inspect my penis and balls. Pinching, stretching, playing with my foreskin.Then once done, you make me bend over, as you inspect my ass.You tease me with your finger. Now, I make people laugh for a living, but I had never been put on the spot like this. “Be Funny”, every comedian’s nightmare. So… I smiled at her. That’s all. I just grinned. And as I had hoped, it was infectious. Her stern veneer cracked and she smiled broadly. We clinked our glasses together and drank. She stood there. Smiling, but not laughing. The men stared, wondering what I’d do next. So I laughed. Genuinely, fully, loudly. I laughed and laughed and she kept smiling. And.