He was right in what he had said, as the shaft moved inside me I had the most euphoric feeling I'd ever had. The cot shook and the springs squeaked in...time with the thrusting motion. Squeak... squeak... squeak with every thrust."God what you doing Roy... you're not... you're not fucking the captains daughter... please tell me you're not fucking her" Ok I won't tell you I'm fucking the captains daughter" Oh god you are... you are fucking her... hell she's only thirteen... we'll be hung for this". Neeta stood and walked back and forth to test the shoes. The clerk stayed on his knees and watched her ass and then pussy, then ass and pussy again as she stepped and turned. As she faced away from him she stopped and bent at the waist to check something on the shoes. The clerk almost fell over when he saw her bare ass and the rear view of her pussy. She returned to the seat in front of the panting clerk and asked if he had the same shoe in an ivory color. He took off for the stock room and. Since that day I became infatuated with her feet. I would always look at them and anticipate a moment where I could get off to them. (from here on, I don't know the complete detail of the events, I can remember several experiences but not in which way they occurred). My step mum kept asking for foot massages whenever my Dad was out, which was frequently due to work, there was also day in the week where my Dad would occupy the living room with his friend so I'd go into her bedroom and we'd watch. The rich Eastern European accent told Jonn he was probablyBeing put up by the social security until they could find him somewhere more permanent to stay. That happened a lot in this hotel, but usually in such an expensive room.?I need to speak to the manager?, said the man.?I am the night duty manager?, replied Jonn,?How can I help you???Look this is a little embaressing?, he replied in an accent that gave away an Eastern European origin. ?I think I’ve lost my wallet?.?You only think?? answered.