Conrad.My father. The clueless catalyst behind this whole crazy night. What would he think, if he knew? Sex was one thing. The sex Scott and I had jus...t engaged in was a whole other thing. It made my stomach spin just thinking about it. I stood up. The door to the en suite was open. I could get dressed and leave, shower at home, try and wash away the reality of what had just transpired. Or I could stick around.I walked to the en suite. It was warm, steam already rising from the running shower.. I kept the trottle full open, we still had to get high into the mountains. If we crashed in the low lands an army patrol would come looking for us. Channtel would be a sex slave and me? I would most likely just be executed.Higher and higher we climbed, the poor plane moaned and groaned the whole way up. We only had a little ways to go. Then I saw a small valley, between two huge peeks."See that valley, to the right?" as I pointed."Yes, I see it Dad." Channtel returned."That's going to be our. Squatting over the bowl he released a hard stream into the bowl, so quietly that the only sound he could hear over his heart was the old clock ticking it’s steady beat in the hallway. Closing his eyes he relaxed, breath slowing down, as did the stream of pee until it was only a drip that the ticking clock quickly out paced.He was about to raise himself when he heard her pad down the hall and into the bath, and he froze as she stood in front of him, her fingers stroking his nipples. “All done?”,. .. nothing..just the handle click, which depending whether the little lever next to the handle had been touched , meant that it was still just as openable from the outside as he had just found it.. normally this would be a concern , but this time for some reason i saw it as just one more kinky brick in this ever growing wall of sexual adventure.. i hadnt notice the light from the corridor fill the room momentarily as he passed through the doorway as i had my face buried into the bed as.