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 mo...ther/daughter comfort-girls was an unashamed sadist. Drooling, he tied Fiona, naked except for a garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled pumps, to the foot of the four poster bed in the captive's room. Her arms and legs were spread wide. Then he undressed before he took a short tawse and beat her savagely while Juliette, dressed as a. This time there was a lot more tongue involved. Finally, he broke the kiss as she slumped against him.“Are you okay, Baby?” he asked when he realized she was shivering.He called me Baby, she thought. “Uh-huh,” she managed, her voice quiet and sounding odd.“Are you sure?” he asked.“I...” she sighed, “I had an ... orgasm while you were kissing me,” she mumbled, embarrassed more than she had ever been in her life. “I didn’t even know it was possible. Has that ever happened to your wives...” She. I also blame it on her. Here's the story...You probably need to go back and read the first three stories. In them I go to some lengths describing how Ash and I developed our "fireplay," our edgy fantasy talk while teetering on the brink of orgasms. Talking to each other in that aroused state really opened her to new ideas and new desires. It affected me too and a wife tends to notice things like that. In my last story I recounted how Ash became Bi. Like so many other changes, I doubt it. He slid his slicked up rod between my cheeks again, this time spending more time teasing my hole as he went. It wasn’t long before he changed tack a little and began rubbing his slippery fingers all around my hole and slipping a finger part way in, then two fingers as I was starting to relax more. I was amazed at how well Brett was doing. He had me a squirming mess in no time and began to prod my widening hole with the tip of his cock. Then he started to push a little at a time and really began.