Mustapha was always by my side, acting like a loving dad, the dadManuelito had lost before even coming to the world. I was very consciousof my role. J...ana loved her child with all her life, like only Latinmothers can do. I complemented her unfettered love with my milk and mynursing Manuelito. When I held him in my arms, I always made an effort tobe like his biological mother. The contact between us was a cosmic force,turning me into nothing but a real woman. During the day, as I tended. By then she had realized that what they had been told by Tracy—the farce of extra punishments was designed to break their spirits while giving a veneer of legality to what was in fact slavery—was true. The pair began to realize that their only hope was to somehow escape from Black Bear Mountain.The next club member of note eager to try out the new mother/daughter comfort-girls was an unashamed sadist. Drooling, he tied Fiona, naked except for a garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled. I on the otherhand was in a tight dress, feeling extremely feminine and on my kneesbecoming more submissive as every minute went by. Georgina sat on theend of the bed and I took the dildo fully in my mouth and began to suck.My movements on the dildo were having a profound effect on Georgina asthe part of the dildo inside her was moving up and down. You couldalmost say, if she was a man getting his cock sucked, this would be thereaction. She came within a few minutes. I was in danger of coming. I didn’t realize how much pent up energy I had until I started to strip down. I kicked my flip-flops off and pushed my jeans quickly down, hopping around on one foot to pull the pants free. I pulled my panties down just as quickly, they stuck slightly to my crotch but I discarded them on the floor, and yanked my shirt up over my head, grunting as I unfastened my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Naked, I fished around for my phone again and flicked the light on, casting it around the room once.