Her own mother, Caroline,Fiona and now Katie. How strange that real comfort and pleasure camefrom family and real friends and not lovers. Taking her r...le of Mummyseriously, she mentally vowed to always have a place in her bed forKatie, try to make it a safe haven and source of comfort...and specialcuddles for her, in the hope her memories of these times would be aspleasant as her own were now.To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning Katieboo?Was it a bad dream again, spider on. You pull the blindfold off, and Im immediately entranced by your green eyes staring deep into my grey ones. And then you thrust forward, and I tilt my head back as the sensation rocks my body. You grab me by the hair though and forcefully make me face you again. Look at me you growl, and I stare at you in contempt, trying and failing to keep a straight face as you ravage me. It feels good despite the situation, and I cant help but let a soft moan escape. What was that? Is my slut enjoying. She began to swirl and massage it in. I’ll have to admit to a little jealousy as Janey had never taken me to completion and in such a satisfying manner in her mouth like that before.She sat up and parted her lips a little. We could see the white pearlescents on her tongue and lips. Janey swallowed. We both gulped our erections showing no signs of subsiding.Janey leant over and kissed my left nipple, leaving a pattern of bright red.“I think we should go for a swim now to cleanup.”I took a glance. I met the Fuhrer with Elizabeth at dinner that evening. He greeted me formally, and Elizabeth effusively. His propaganda chief, and photographers were here, and the cameras were flashing. We also had two newsreel cameras taking live film of our meeting for the news reels. His propaganda chief Herr Himmler was making the most of my defection, and our future marriage. The Fuhrer publicly announced that he would personally give the bride away, as her father was dead.I had a desultory conversation.