Eric booked an overnight escort session with Beth. Shewas told that the extended booking was with a wealthynew client from a nearby town who had inclu...ed overnightaccommodation with her. She had no idea that the bookingwas in a specially chosen Motel room. Unusually, thisroom had a front and back entrance. Eric had paid cashto avoid leaving a paper-trail and Beth had already beensent the key for the room and didn’t need to check-in atthe Motel’s office. Beth didn’t know that. Her brown eyes were open wide and seemed to plead with the camera, though for what I didn’t know. Her mouth was slightly open and seemed to be strained, lost somewhere between a smile and a scream. There was a complex mixture of emotions on her face. Was she aroused by being photographed? Offended? Was she nervous? Humiliated? All that was there and more.I sat and stared for thirty minutes or more, transfixed. I had never experienced anything like it, even when I was drinking. I wasn’t a man. I smiled a little shyly, too embarrassed to answer as I shook my head. How do you tell someone you just met you were moaning their name? Come on, he leaned in, but more importantly he slid a finger over my soaked panties. Im sorry I seem to have forgotten, I tried. My voice a little hitched from everything so far. He dipped a finger in my cunt and I moaned. My body needed the bulge I could see across our bodies. I need cock. Now he continued to dip his finger into me every few seconds. I tried. " Knowing that I was just setting up the parents with a good dollop of bullshit, my two girls had to struggle to avoid laughing. They managed to nod seriously.I placed Dad at the opposite end of the room, by the door. Julia's room had a vanity table with a wide-topped stool, very much like a piano stool. I took it over to near Dad, and stood it on its end a few feet in from the door's wall. I told Dad to pretend he was standing in a hallway, and the side of the stool represented the side of the.