"I think she's on our side." That's right. I'm a fellow convict serving a term of community service. I have been told to help you settle in to the Bla...k Bear Country Club. Call me Tracy. So, welcome to the members' only 'comfort wing'." What the hell is a'comfort wing'?" snapped Fiona."Essentially," said Tracy, "it's a knocking-shop for the wealthy members of the club." A brothel?" Exactly." So we are to be sex slaves?" That's about it." This is crazy," said Fiona. "The whole thing is crazy! We. Of course, they don’t taste as good as your strawberry patch.”I squeezed her breasts enough for them to leak a little and then I leaned over and cleaned up the white liquid, before kissing her lips.I had asked all of the older girls to gather in the family room. Margaret was sitting between Genevieve and Erin Lynn. Penelope and Paula outside them. I sat in a chair in front of them.“My little loves, I am proud of you for the courage you showed during the attack on our home. I am also proud of. "They want tomake you normal." "Great," I moaned. "Look, your folks aren't exactly thrilled about me." "They don't mind you." She snorted. "They think I'm an unhealthy influence. Yourdad's not a reading kind of guy, you know? He's probably worried I'm adyke and I'll turn you into a fag." She plucked at her T-shirt.Today's was Motorhead. "What's a dyke?" She dropped off the tree, agile as an ape. "It's what a Dutchboy sticks his finger in." She picked a green apple off the ground andshied. She had really lost control now and screamed again that she was coming. ‘yes’ ‘yes’ yes’ was all we heard and then Josh released a massive groan as his whole body began to tense as he pumped back and forth into her in his final throes. Gemma slumped slightly as she reached her climax, an expression that looked like agony but what in fact was absolute extreme pleasure etched her face. Letting out screams of delight she had reached a massive orgasm. ‘Oh my god’ cried Josh and signalled his own.