A: That’s right. From the moment we receive a new crop of girls until the time they are ready to be released into the Compound, I’m responsible...for them.Q: You serve as both “mother” and “teacher” to these children.A: (Smiling) Yes, I suppose that’s true. The girls, especially the younger ones, tend to want to embrace me as their mother surrogate.Q: And do you welcome that embrace?A: Of course I do. Little girls are little girls, regardless of whether they are being trained to. We had ignored our own rule, you can`t wear a condom and piss, and we had had no protection whatever, carried away by the moment, though that didn’t strike us till after the ball was over, we lay together sated, in a rapidly cooling empty bathtub, things disconnected themselves, reality struck a little, we ran the taps, washed one another and were soon sat in front of the kitchen fire with tea. Reality struck, my tadpoles could even now be on an egg finding safari, it would throw the balance. "American zombie!" Yuba Muttered almost shuddering as the raven-haired amazon shambled away past an older thrity-ish gentleman, whose union jacket proudly proclaimed as Ben Ofer, assumed her former position and smiled upwards."Yuba honey?" He then called. "Be a dear and send down my lighting board?" His eyes widening when a much larger case than expected flew his direction."How bout something a little heavier sweetums?" Yuba snapped, from above as the engineer reacted catching and compensating. ” She rested her head on my shoulder and started rubbing the outline of my cock under my Levi’s. When Sonia first touched me, I felt like a little boy caught doing something naughty; ashamed, and in trouble. But, by the second time she stroked my cock, I was seventeen again and stopped resisting her advances. I sat very damn still for maybe three minutes while she gripped, rubbed, and pressed on the bulge in my pants, she never said a word, just watched my lap while she fondled me. I was.