Slowly, I started to drift off to sleep, little aware that my mother was having sex with my father.I woke up to the sound of moans. I could only imagi...ne the scene inside my parent's bedroom. Then, a thought struck me. Maybe, I could peep in. The thought excited me. I decided to take a chance, and see if I could see anything from my parents' bedroom, or at least, hear my mum moan louder.When I reached my parent's bedroom door, I put one hand on the round, brass doorknob, and slowly turned it, so. No, the naive nineteen year old still hadn't accepted the fact of her basic sensuality... and the real kick, as far as he was concerned, lay in proving to her that she was just another cunt with no control over her body's lewd desires."Don't get all upset, Sandi," he whispered to the quivering young bride. "I'm here to take care of you, and I'll fix you up so that you don't have any nightmares."As he spoke, he continued his subtle massaging of her shaking flesh, pressing into her smooth, pliant. All that exercise had been worth it after all! Turning back around again, she peeled the stockings down her legs. She sat down on the side of her bed with the stockings bunched around her ankles, and quickly slipped off her black, strappy high heels. She dropped the stockings, and left them, like the skirt, where they lay. Before standing up again, she decided to put her shoes back on to her bare feet. Masturbating with her heels on made her feel so naughty and whorish, especially when, not too. After that she was happy to flaunt herself, much to the delight of the other Hotel guests. The last day dawned and I wanted some pictures of her, but again she balked at the suggestion. Rufus worked his magic on her again and not only did she pose for me, I even got Rufus in the pictures as well. Nothing too rude or anything, just with his arms around her, his big hands cupping her naked boobs.Now back home I started to explore her sexual fantasies; I'll be thrusting between her shapely thighs.