Carol's family was paying for this post-college graduation trip, just as their money paid for all Carol's extravangances. And Bob's. Bob always took t...e money, but underneath he felt a resentment that often came out in bed. Carol, though, liked it rough, and as Bob took out his hidden anger by pounding himself brutally into her, twisting her dark red nipples, or yanking her hair as he fucked her from behind, Carol would simply scream in pleasure/pain and orgasm over and over.Bob slammed down. She is tempted to turn it on, but should she? Is she allowed? She remembers – remembers all too vividly – another morning when she was left alone in an office with a computer. At the end of the day, she was thoroughly caned by her supervisor for trying to send emails. But now? Today? Has she been given instructions? No. Has she been given restrictions? No. So perhaps it is allowed? She gingerly turns the machine on. A few moments later, she is looking at the desktop picture. It's a picture of. Her old man had since joined the RAF Regiment, the Rockapes, as they are known, and their depot is at Catterick. Karen was living in a hiring in Richmond, and her husband was on a 6 month detachment to Bosnia, the poor sod.I should have said, 'nice to see you again Karen. Probably run into you again in the NAAFI', left it at that and walked away from her. Not only was she married to a fellow HM serviceman, on a detachment to that hell hole, but I knew she had at least one sprog, and maybe more. After that we heard no more noises from them. They must have fallen asleep.Fiona went over to the bathroom to wash herself. She put on her panties and t-shirt. Just as she had closed the door, I heard someone go in Mom and Dad's bedroom door. Fiona had apparently forgotten to lock the bathroom door because someone went straight in to her.After a few minutes I went to see what had happened. I looked into their bedroom and saw that my mother was lying with her legs spread and masturbated. I went.