My goal is to wrap up things here and return to the States as soon as possible.’ ‘Arthur, I don’t know anything about your background, but I sus...pect it’s closer to mine. I was born a ‘cockney’ in London’s East End. I was lucky and made it to the London stage, where I learned to drop my accent and behave like a lady. Someday maybe you can tell me all that went on between you and the two women.’ ‘I can see you on the stage and it’s easy to see where Lisa got her good looks. Maybe I can tell you. I’ve seen them.The trouble is, even when hypnotized, you can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do. Trust me - I’ve tried everything, but if you push someone too hard when they’re under, they just wake up.What you can do, however, is work out when people will do things. Like take Lucy - she would never normally show me her tits.She’d never show me her tits.But if we were at a nude beach, if she was showing the world ... sure. Then it wouldn’t be so weird for her brother to see her tits.. We have in the past enjoyed sexy fun but not now.I am constantly remembering the good times. Such as, when we first got together. We had so much sex.After a while that got better and we explored kinky fantasies with intimacy. More of that later, perhaps.I remember a night after a few years of being together where we were in a new house, our second house.The house was empty, as our furniture had not yet arrived. We had only got a couple of chairs and a table but we were happy with the new. I tightened my grip on his dick, stroking him up and down matching his pace. I felt him getting harder as I took him deeper into my mouth. “Get down on your knees!” he demanded. While keeping my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I continued to suck as I slid off the couch down to the floor. Once I was between his legs I pulled his dick from my mouth to get a closer look. The sight of his thick black cock glistening with saliva was incredible. I wanted him inside me. I needed him.