It was no different from another person talking me into or out of some idea. Well, OK, yes, it was different, of course it was, but more in the means ...by which he did it than the ultimate effect. It was persuasion, not dominance.For the rest of the afternoon "nursing" consisted mainly of giving him a couple teaspoons of alcohol every two or three hours. It didn't, I knew from the residual knowledge he'd put in my head so effortfully the previous night, have the same effect on him that it did on. He had already ordered their meals, which arrived before she finished her first glass of wine. Dinner was always comparatively dull, considering what was to follow. He politely asked about her day, as usual. Their dinners together were for him, though, to talk about him and his life, and for her to massage his ego. He liked to chat about his daughter, and Lorna had discovered early in their relationship how much the two young women resembled each other. After that, she occasionally sprinkled a. There was a light tapping on the door, Bert never turned around. ‘Come in Bernard’Debbie looked up as Bernard came into the room; the sight of him brought more tears. ‘I can’t do this, it cannot happen!’‘I take it you’ve told her then?’ Bernard implied with a smile, his eye caught sight of the opening between Debbie’s knees, a hornier sight he couldn’t miss; she looked so shy and bashful.‘Yes she knows, I just hope she’s not to unwilling when the time comes’ Bert replied.‘You can’t do this!’. ”Laughing I say, “I doubt it, oh, by the way, I’ve decided on a pet name for you, please pick a version - Twist, Twisty, or Twisted.”Stunned, she pauses, saying, “I’m not sure how you got there, but if you insist, Twist or Twister.”By this time Melody is finished washing my back, I say, “Melody, would you mind finishing the front of my legs as Judy just can’t seem to get beyond washing my dick, and I’ve absolutely no inclination to stop any sexy woman from playing with my dick.” Judy blushes,.