“What’s your last name?” I thought that was a strange question to be asking under the circumstances, but decided to go with the flow. “Morton....I’m Bill Morton.” “Good,” she replied. “Marty has your wallet. No money in it, but your driver’s license and credit cards are still there. He called me this morning – he compared your license photo to the video.” She addressed my roommates. “Any special requests? I don’t have my vibrator with me, but I do a great show with a banana or a carrot or a. He was about to leave when he saw the silhouette of someone in the room: and there was no mistaking the fact that it was female!Like most adolescent boys, his hormones ruled his head. Maybe she was undressing; or even naked, he thought; so he had crept closer to see what he could see! The garden was shielded from the road by the hedge, and the room wasn't overlooked, so she obviously felt comfortable leaving the blinds at her window pulled up. If the light had been brighter he would have seen a. The band and music were excellent and we danced until closing. They took turns dancing with me on the dance floor, though a few times all three of us danced together. There was nothing sexual about any of it. It was really just a fun night after a long week and we had some real laughs together. Everyone was having fun and there was nothing too serious about any of it.In the taxi on the way back to the hotel, the three of us in the back seat, I was feeling slightly drunk, but very relaxed. ‘I love it here. One of my cousins is playing the violin tonight. Why do you ask?’ ‘Well, ordinarily I love it here too. I come often. But tonight all I can think about is getting us back into bed.’ She grabbed my hand and hurried us out of the lobby. Once outside she reminded me that her bed was soaking wet. ‘My bed is dry and closer,’ I said. In less than twenty minutes my head was buried between her thighs as she rolled on an orgasmic carpet. When my neck and jaws got sore I quickly slid up.