Pregnancy and the Birth of My First Daughter As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew, and along with it came a temporary calm. My body was changing, my hormones were calming down a bit, and the fatigue of pregnancy made me slow down. Even so, I didn't stop completely. I continued doing some virtual sessions on CameraHot as MissionariaCleoDias. Shorter, less risky live sessions, but still quite naughty. Subscribers loved seeing my belly growing. Many had a fetish for pregnant women and asked me to show my belly while I touched myself or used toys. I felt powerful being desired even while pregnant. On the outside, I was Pastor Missionary APSG - increasingly praised in the church for being "an example of a wife and future mother." My husband was proud, the family happy, and I continued working as a sex therapist, counseling couples about sexuality within marriage. Until the day my first daughter was born arrived. The delivery was normal, but intense. When I held her in my arms for the first time, I felt an overwhelming mix of love, guilt, and relief. She was beautiful. Perfect. And at that moment, I promised myself I would be a good mother. The first few months were a complete adjustment. Sleepless nights, breastfeeding, diapers, and a new routine. Virtual appointments decreased significantly. MissionaryCleoDias almost went into "hibernation." The Messalina had to quiet down for a while. But even with the exhaustion of motherhood, the fire inside me didn't go out. It just remained smoldering, waiting for the right moment to burn even more intensely. My daughter's arrival marked the end of one phase and the beginning of another. I was now a mother. And, secretly, I remained the same insatiable woman living a double life.