Neither Lisa nor Maggie could eat a bite at dinner. After briefly playing with the food on the plate, they asked to be excused. Pedro was fine with that. But he warned them that they both needed to "look especially pretty" and if the Commandante was not happy with them, he (Pedro) would know about it.
Back in their room, the two of them said little. Eventually, there was a knock at the door. Lisa and Maggie looked at each other. Maggie, her heart racing, cleared her throat and said, "Come in." In came Consuelo, with the Commandante behind her. Consuelo made the introductions. "Sir, this is Maggie, who you know. And this is Lisa." He nodded at each of them in turn. Consuelo left, closing the door behind her.
The Commandante made his way to the living area in the middle of the room and motioned for them to follow him. Sitting on the sofa, he patted the seat next to him and invited Lisa to join him. When she did, he put his arm around her. Gently stroking her long, dirty blonde hair, he asked, "Tell me. How old are you?"
"Twenty-two," she responded innocently.
"Oh, that is a fine age to be. I remember when I was that age--a very long time ago," he joked. Then, to Maggie, "why don't you stand here in front of us. Pedro says you are an excellent dancer. Why don't you dance for us and take off your clothes?"
Taken aback by the bluntness of the request, Maggie tried to compose herself. "How do professional strippers get through this, "she thought to herself? She had heard somewhere that they might imagine they were somewhere else while they were stripping. As she danced and unbuttoned her blouse, she tried to imagine herself back home in Chicago. When she had removed that, she unzipped her skirt and slowly pulled it down her leg, kicking it away from her.
"Keep dancing. Pedro is right. You are good." Then, to Lisa, the Commandante remarked, "Your mother is very beautiful." With his free hand (one was still stroking her hair), he reached over and lightly fondled her chest.
Lisa made no move to push him away. But she retorted, "She is more beautiful than you will ever know."
He bellowed at this retort. "Ah, you think I do not know what you mean. But I do. You mean she is beautiful in personality and character. But none of that matters here." He pushed Lisa to her feet. "Okay, switch places. Now it is your turn princess." He motioned for Maggie to join him on the sofa. Lisa would now perform for the two of them.
As Lisa undressed, the Commandante roughly fondled Maggie. Taunting her, he whispered, "How long has it been since you saw your daughter naked?" He snickered when she did not answer. He made a point of looking her nude body up and down. Matter-of-factly, he commented to Maggie, "She has a lot to offer a man. She will make someone a good wife someday." Maggie said nothing.
Next, the Commandante instructed Maggie to lie down on the floor. He placed Lisa standing over her, with her feet next to Maggie's shoulders. Pushing Lisa down to her knees, he ordered Maggie, "You will now suck this pussy. I will be standing over you where I can see everything. I better not see you pull your tongue away." He instructed Lisa to pull her mother's head up to her crotch and hold it there. Lisa moaned and grunted as her mother's mouth worked its magic.
The Commandante had another idea. He taunted Lisa with, "You are making a lot of noise. I think you are enjoying this too much." Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock. "Here, suck on this," he commanded. Holding the back of her head, he pushed her mouth down onto his member, and then pulled it back. Up and back the motion went. With each downward thrust, she would gag, as if he were forcing her too far down He did not seem to care. The action continued until Lisa had satisfied him.
Zipping his pants, he told them, "Both of you. Get up." When Lisa and Maggie were standing in front of him, he continued, "That was very good. I could tell that both of you were really engaged in the moment. Now, I want each of you to kiss the other and tell them that you love them. Do it."
