In fact her fingers are starting to peel open her jumpsuit uniform; opening the collar button and slowly but steadily pulling down on the front zipper.... She tries to stop it, to pull her hands away, but despite feeling the sensations and pressure on her fingertips she seems to have no control over her body.She wanted to stop, to scream, to run out -- to do anything but stand here and be exposed before this stranger. None of it seemed possible, however — she couldn't even seem to change the. He gave me the register, and I signed us in as father and daughter, seeing no reason to disguise that fact. As he handed me the key, he smiled in that knowing manner, and whispered loud enough for my daughter to hear, "That's a rare one - don't see that too many times."If there was another motel nearby, I could have cracked his head. In my present predicament, though, all I could do was smile gratefully - pretend to smile gratefully - and then politely say "Thanks." It was the third room from. ‘Been a while?’ she asked. ‘What do you mean?’ I knew exactly what she meant. I knew only too well that I hadn’t gotten any sex in around 6 months. ‘Been a while for me, too…’ she said. I couldn’t believe where my sister seemed to be taking the conversation. But something inside me was intrigued. Some time passed, the radio played, I worked and she sunned herself. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak when I thought it was safe, but I never really knew if I was busted or not. Sis seemed to have a. .' Before I could answer he pushed my head back and reached into his jacket pocket and said '...I want you to take a good strong sniff of this, don't worry it's not d**gs or anything you can get in trouble with. It's just something to relax you a little...' As I stroked his arm length tool I asked '...how will it relax me, I'm not gonna be knocked out or anything am I...' He smiled at me and said '...just close one nostril and take a strong whiff than do the other, you'll feel really, really.