In my third month I was looking for these encounters, my whole demeanour and attitude had changed, and most importantly, I started to masturbate, usin... my daily encounters, as the theme to my pleasures.One morning I knocked on the room door, calling out, 'Room Service', and waited. After a short while the familiar reply of, 'Come-In' was heard, and in I walked.I made for the table and started to lay the breakfast items, when I noticed a video camera on the window ledge, which was low down, at. “And that, my girl, is what our fat cat daddies pay the Lady Lassar Academy thirty grand a year for,” I said.“Whatever,” Charlotte yawned.“You're just a spoilt bitch,” I said cheerfully. I heard her sit up.“Listen, sugar tits,” she said, prodding my left breast with her forefinger. “Face it, we're a pair of mollycoddled brats who need some action. Some majorly sordid sleaze, some intense debauchery.” She thought for a moment. “Some filth, pure and simple, that's what we need.”“OK,” I said, “How. The other white envelope has the hotel information, ground transportation details, and all the confirmation numbers needed. See you soon, lover.I was still smiling at your sexy thoughtfulness and both of us finally having time to get away and spend an extended four-day weekend together. Our last conversation, two days ago, ended with our typical long-distance mutual orgasm and I was craving your touch more than ever.As I opened the hotel room, I saw your bag on the floor and heard the shower. She had been shunned by her immediate family for marrying outside her religious and ethnic background. My wife pleaded with me for us to take her and her young daughter in. They were penniless and had nowhere else to go.So, bending to my wife’s wishes, we drove to Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania from Columbus, Ohio, and collected Sylvia and little Danielle.After initially expressing her gratitude, Sylvia never spoke another word on the trip back to Columbus. Little Danielle also did not speak.During.