Eventually I, too, slipped under the surface and closed my eyes, I thought forever.This is where my story gets strange.I woke up not looking at the Pe...rly Gates or even at the inky darkness of the ocean depths. Instead, I found myself on a sandy beach on a lovely looking tropical island. And I was not at the water's edge as if I washed ashore. Rather I was well back from the water's edge as if someone or something dragged me away from the water. I rose, astounded that I had survived. The seas. ‘And this,’ I continued, ‘is the source of my precious little girl’s nourishment. One of two, anyway. And this,’ I paused to squeeze out a drop of milk, and placed it on my tongue, ‘is the sweet sustenance her little body needs. She’s thriving on it. You make good, rich milk, and we’re all benefitting from it.’ By now, more tears were flowing, only they felt different. The smile on her face was a dead giveaway. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered. ‘Don’t interrupt,’ I scolded lightly. ‘And this,’ I. This was the first time Jack had been called in on a weekend so he was thinking this might be a longer session than he had experienced before.Jack announced himself to the receptionist and was told he would have to wait a few minutes until they were ready for him. He sat down and picked up a magazine from the table next to his chair to help pass the time. Jack waited for about five minutes until he heard a door in the treatment room area open and a woman briskly walked out toward him down the. “My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress.” Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hands still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara’s now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara’s thigh to make sure it didn’t fall out. “Since you seem to enjoy watching women relieve themselves.