After dinner, they had a ballroom set up with a live band for dancing and cocktails for all. I hadn't planned to attend that part of the evening but M...linda said it sounded like fun so off we went to the ballroom. You can add dancing to the list of things I'm socially inept at but with Melinda in my arms, I felt like I was gliding on the dance floor. If we weren't dancing and someone would ask her to dance she would refuse as if being away from me for just the length of a song would be too. I had no idea, at that time, what my measurements were when I was erect. I even jacked off in the dark and under my covers, my embarrassment was that deep. I must have been trembling and looking pale, because Ms. Fisher was frowning.“Leo, relax. You have a beautiful cock, a real work of art! You have nothing, not a single thing to be ashamed of. Most men would kill to have what you do, and I could have a line of women that stretched outside of the store and down the block, each one wetting. I wasn’t there to help her raise you, but it looks to me like you have turned out to be a good boy. I am glad for that.The profit in communicating with me comes from having contact with someone who has the same abilities as you and has had years to perfect them. For instance, I believe that for you, control is limited to manipulating emotions. That technique is effective, but there are circumstances in which other approaches work better.For instance, there is nothing so daunting as finding that. Don’t forget, please?’ Bridgette asked pleadingly. ‘I won’t be like the boys, sweetheart, I promise,’ responded Karen, from her heart. ‘Your boyfriend was SO bad to you, Bridge, but I want you to be SO happy. Just relax with me, and let it flow, okay?’ Bridgette smiled happily at Karen’s pledge, and returned her lips to Karen’s. Karen let her pointer finger, which had been resting during this short conversation, return to the exploration of Bridgette’s beautiful body. She combed her fingers.