It was sad how hard it was to bring back memories of her. Mamma was more like a feeling to me than like a real person anymore.I kept looking over a Mo...ra, who looks nothing like Mamma looked. I tried to think about the feeling of Moira, and whether it was the same as the feeling of Mamma. I don't mean, like the feel of their touch. I mean the feeling I got inside when I thought of them.Mamma was Mamma, I decided. Moira was different. Having really great sex with Moira definitely made things. "Yeah, I think so too."When I felt embarrassed I sorta smiled like I had a secret. A gay lesbian secret maybe. Like I secretly wanted some girl to spank my butt and make me lick her underarms? No way! I shook my head at that. It couldn't be my smile. Body language maybe? I stood on my bed, even though Licorice teased me, and tried standing in different ways. With my arms crossed and at my sides; with my legs spread and together. I shrugged my shoulders and tilted my head this way and that."I. "Oh, well, sure.." he said, rising with grudging politeness, but not before throwing her a wink as I slid into his warm seat. "Really enjoying this fancy first class shit, aren't you?" I said to her sly coral-glossed smile. "Just because the Irish tourist bureau thinks you're some hot shit model." "I am." I smirked. "Yea, till they throw you in some nice tight swimsuit!" "Not yet..., but I've modeled underwear." I blinked aback at her smug look. "Girl's underwear? Mean, panties too? Naw." "Like. She walked behind me I noticed how smooth an toned her legs were, she hammered in pegs I hadn’t used to hold the tent in place an tied my legs by the Velcro ropes apart. She then tied my arms to my chest, I could no longer close my legs or use my arms. She left the tent again and came back this time with a mask on and lights and a laptop in hand which she quickly setup and aimed at me. She moved round the front of me and knelt down and pushed the o ring gag into my mouth. ‘Look at me’ she said..