I looked at the door and noticed a name plaque next to it which read "Sgt. Maj. McKiernan." I slowly turned an accusatory glare on my dad."You've alre...dy been here!" I yelled.He raised his hands with a smile. "Honest, I haven't. Now get your bag and come on."I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car to race ahead of my dad to get to the door first. He smiled and unlocked the door. Immediately upon entering there was a hallway leading down to a living room, a door on the left and a doorway. I suddenly became aware that he was starting to use 2 fingers in my ass and he would wiggle them around to really intensify the action. When my ass got used to 2 fingers in it he pushed in a third and started to massage my prostate. As he finger fucked me all I could do was surrender to it like the dirty slut I was and he knew he had me hooked. After listening to me moan and sigh for several minutes he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt him get into position behind me and in between my legs. The rest of the evening was taken up with a floor show of singers, dancers and a magician. Back at the hotel I again asked Shilla about the following day saying that I felt guilty leaving her on her own. “I’ll let you into a secret,” said Shilla, “I won’t be alone, Faza is coming round to keep me company.” “Oh you crafty devil, cats away?” Shilla just smiled and said, “What the hell! What Ron doesn’t know won’t harm him.” After a light breakfast. "Paula gasped and gagged as her stomach tried to expel the vodka and Neil rubbed her shoulders before pulling up her blouse. Paula was groggy and woozy, unable to resist, and Neil unclipped her bra, ruffling her long, blonde hair as his hands careered down her body and took her skirt and knickers away from the topless woman.Paula tried half-heartedly to push him away, but Neil smiled at her and kissed on her lips as the shapes around her towered over her. She blinked and watched as Neil's hands.