This way, please? I saw any other Hotel's staff member around us stealing a satisfied look onmy new predicament. I saw their thoughts as well as writt...n in front of myeyes. They thought that, finally, one of those luscious foreign bitches wasdown to her heels. Enough of that naked exposed as untouchable flesh! Naked & inchains to be whipped! Enjoy slut! In the meantime we were walking through the Hall. I got other foreign guests'puzzled glimpses. It was undoubtedly a sight: two Arabic men. If this had happened a day earlier, I might have tried to make something of this situation, and something about the women’s demeanor seemed to invite it. But the impulse wasn’t there. I looked at them and thought, “If you only knew.” “Um, sorry,” I said. “I was just…..” “It’s ok,” Not Andrea said. “We were just leaving.” They turned and headed for the road, laughing most of the way. I followed them cautiously, watching out for other late-season sightseers. There were none, but it was a long. Mine was all the way erect before I finished my story.We did look at each others erections but did not mention them and they had subsided a lot, although not completely, before we went to bed.Dad seemed to be waiting to see if I was going to put on shorts and when I got in bed naked so he did too. There were no ulterior motives, we always slept naked. I rolled to him and kissed him good night then went to sleep. About an hour later I got up to pee and found Dad masturbating as he sat on the. "Good girl Wendy," Mrs Cashmore cooed as she slowly fucked me."Yes. You are very good girl," she snickered as she felt me begin topush back against the invading member assaulting my anus.It was over quickly. The deep voluptuous feelings that I felt in mybowels built to a crescendo of highly concentrated pleasure, complementedby the sparks of delectation that radiated from my sphincter and thedelightful gratification that issued from my cock, which Mrs Cashmorecontinued to strike.My whole body.