I had intentionally not booked any hotels. I was going to take potluck and try out the Motels I’d seen so many times in American road trip films.I s...w a sign ahead, The Sands Motel, Bar and Grill, and pulled in and parked in front of the office. The clerk behind the counter had smiled at my accent and laughed as I explained that as far as I was concerned, I don’t have one, he was the one with the accent.He took my money and gave me a key to room ten. I parked the Aston outside and raised the. Except when it came to that freckle-faced boyfriend of hers, but he was actually starting to like the clumsy guy."Now you see, Ronnie dear, why I insisted that we hike all the way here... instead of coming here by car. It's only when you labor that the benefits become tangible."Ronnie smiled at her father. "My father - the philosophical guru!"Hiram threw a light punch at her, and it slightly grazed her shoulder. "Frankly, I am surprised you did not want to bring your friends along. Had any. Dad looked at her and sighed too. “Well turn it down a bit then.” He gave up and went back downstairs.Ten minutes later he was back: “All I can hear is ‘boom boom boom’!” he said with his head round the door. We’d changed into pyjamas and were lying on the bed in them, so he wasn’t coming all the way in.“We turned it down,” I lied.“Well turn it down more, or I’ll turn off the router,” he threatened.“Oh!!” Lily wailed and clutched me. We were quite close together anyway, as the bed isn’t that. He then turned to the maid and told her, "Tell Jake and Martha that all three of you are released for the rest of the day; If and when I need the car I will drive this young lady home!"The maid curtsied and left the room; Gina was well impressed and quite fancied the idea of having these people at her beck and call. She imagined having the maid run her a bath and then bathe her and could imagine the maid's embarrassment when told to shave her mistress's cunt. She was lost in her fantasy world.