He jumped me, and before he could pull that big knife out of his boot, I cut him from here to here. He's not the only one that carries a knife." Brook...s drew a line up Beall's stomach with the poker. "Opened him right up. Should have heard him scream and grab at his guts."Beall decided that he was right; the thing to do was to keep the agitated man talking even if he did get hit now and then. Help might be on the way. His wife was out there somewhere. He stretched one leg where the rope seemed. He hadn't taken me over, apparently that was beyond his powers, or I wouldn't be able to think that way. 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. She glared at me, “In that case,” she said, “I shall warm you myself!”I just stared, “You?” She stood looking at me. She was no innocent maid, she had to be nearer forty than thirty, almost my age in fact, but she was comely, and may even have been a beauty once.“When I say warm I mean mount?” I clarified.“If I must,” she agreed.“I said a maid,” I reminded her.“Sir, I am untouched and am undoubtedly barren so there should be no embarrassment.” she suggested.I smiled “So be it then, disrobe and. Vicky was 45, divorced, and had done some swinging in the past. She sent me a face pic (she was very pretty) and a couple of body shots showing her big tits and ass. Bob was into her but he wanted me to meet her first to see if her and I clicked and if we did, then we'd arrange a threesome at his house while his wife was at work.So I made plans with Vicky to meet for breakfast at a diner to get to know each other a bit and go over what she would and wouldn't do. The morning came for me to meet.