Knowing Vonda's tastes, I ordered for her the herb grilled salmon with truffle-infused rice, green beans with almonds, and a Caesar salad.Ordering for...Pyx was more of a challenge. I decided to give her a choice. I ordered the surf and turf with a baked potato, asparagus spears, and the house salad.For myself, I got the porterhouse, baked potato, green beans with almonds, and a spinach salad with Roquefort dressing.Pyx whispered something in Vonda's ear.Vonda laughed. "No, no. Surf and Turf. Mark suddenly said, "Nena grasp your nipples by your fingers." What?" she stammered."Do it! Grasp your nipples with your index finger and thumb!" Like this. He put his hand up demonstrating to her how he wanted her to touch herself.Nena hesitated, her stomach lurching violently."NOW DAMMIT!" Mark commanded.Afraid to cause a scene, Nena ever so slowly reached up and grasped a nipple in each hand between her thumb and index finger, slightly pinching them. She bit the inside of her lip, trying. Margie did indeed look up to the painting of The Devil, but said nothing. Go on whore, David prompted her, and began to lead her in the words to use – oh my Lord Satan, take me and make me your whore, he urged. Margie lifted her head again to view the painting, Oh my Lord Satan, help me to be your evil and wicked whore, she said clearly. Yes, yes, David exclaimed encouragingly, you really are an evil, depraved, blasphemous, wicked harlot. I looked at my wifes face and could see that she was. The sergeant went on, “Who is your son’s father, Mrs Flanders? Would it be Squadron Leader Aitchison?”If her face could get any whiter, it would be like paper. She clearly was admitting through her reactions that this was the truth. “You can’t know that!” she exclaimed.He wagged his finger at her, saying, “Knowing something and being able to prove it are two different things, Mrs Flanders. I know it and you know it, is quite enough for me. I have no intention of doing anything about it. Does.