“MONSTER... MONSTER... OOOOOHHHHHH... HOW C-CAN YOU... D-DO... THIS TO... TO... A HELPLESS W-WOMAN!”“Like this,” grinned Quentin, delving his ...ingers in.Even louder shrieks... even wilder threshing.“I’ll kill you... I’ll K-KILL... YOU... F-FOR THIS!”Avoiding the kicking legs, Quentin knelt. Gripping the tapering thighs... so smooth, so soft... he forced them apart. He looked down. There was his new possession. Waiting for him.“NNNNNOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOOOO!”Quentin positioned himself. His cruel. It was the same pair that I was wearing a couple days ago. I was wondering if maybe it was a mistake or something. She said nothing. On my next trip it was normal. I checked my bag and made sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer there I saw several pairs of new panties. A thong, briefs and a low cut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what, I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I found out I needed to go out of town that. He asked me bend over the bed, as he stood behind me lifting the skirt part of my schoolgirl outfit. He tugged my down panties and began groping my ass, admiring it. He quickly went to his bag to retrieve the lube while I slide the panties down my legs and took them off, my girly little cock had gotten so stiff from sucking and jerking his cock. As he made his way back I glanced over and saw his big cock glistening wet with my saliva. I got onto the bed on all fours, as he once again lifted the. However at night in the privacy of their hotel room they used their camera to taken some very naughty photographs of themselves. The day before they were due to fly home they decided to take one last drive in the countryside. They came across an old Abbey with beautiful gardens and very old buildings.Ingrid had always been interested in old architecture and so with camera in hand she took many photographs of the Abbey's buildings and gardens. As they drove back to the city Ingrid said, "Wow!.