He dangles his cock in front of my face and goes on "still wants to be fucked by that cock, hm?" Well, he is right on that one. The break had been las...ing far too long already and I felt very clearly that my desire for getting fucked again was huge. So I "instinctively" do the thing I believe gets me there fastest - I nod. But obviously he knows now that he's got leverage. So he goes "So tell us. Tell us what a dirty little slut you are and how bad you want to get fucked". I can feel Carl. We began to form friendships with other couples and Jerry sort of faded out of our circle of friends. I lost touch then and for more than a year I didn’t hear from him. I almost forget about him until the phone call. It was from Jerry and was very simple and straightforward. ‘Paul, it’s Jerry. I know we haven’t talked for some time but I need to see you. It’s very important to me so I really need you to say you’ll meet me.’ ‘Sure Jerry. No problem. When and where buddy. Just say the word.’ I. Talk about something else. Relax them, but keep touching. Clients have an urge to rationalise why they’re there. That never changes. We’re therapists. And never ask their name. Ask what you should call them. “What’s your name?”He hesitates. “Uh. Wilson,” he says eventually. “Wilson Reedy.”“Seriously?” Sounded like a name you’d make up if you didn’t have the gumption to think of a better one.“Seriously.” Still staring at that crack under the door.“Ok, Mr Reedy.” I feel a low panic. He’s booked. “But then, after you…after you s-spanked me, and came around and sat down and talked to me, and explained everything to me and made sure I was all right, I suddenly started to feel…safe.” Nadine looked up at me with a small wondering smile on her face. “That it didn’t matter what was going to happen next. That I could just…let go, because you had taken charge of me. And even though it was really uncomfortable and…and humiliating, being tied to the desk like that, it felt…right, somehow.“Even.