She moved the edge of the clingy knit top, delicately over my full breasts, "and where is he taking yoou?" She dragged out the last syllable, eyes ali...e with pleasure.Maybe it is all just water-cooler bitching, I thought to myself, I don't really know her. She could be just really nice; nice enough to make me feel alright about Steven. "Papillion." I said a little diffidently, an upward lilt in my voice. It was really expensive; I knew because we'd been there the day before. Steven had wanted. She waswell warmed up when we got back to the cabin.It was almost like another person altogether. She ripped off myclothes and pushed me back on the bed. She barely had her shortsdown then she was up on top with my cock up into her cunt,riding me as I laid back. She did all the work, going up anddown, moving around. She was tight, the friction was great, andI exploded into her. She sat on me quivering. Then she startedto work on me again, and later that night I fucked her again.Last night was. "The glass is mirrored. We can see out. They can't see in." Oh," she said, relaxing a little.Still, to calm her, I closed the curtains."And finally," said Vonda, opening the door next to us, on the left wall, "This is the guest room, where you can change."The door opened to reveal a second door.Vonda opened the second door. Behind it was a smaller suite, similar to our suite, but without a bar, and a queen bed instead of an entertainment center. I showed her the deadbolt on the second door.. .. on a train in Japan. I assumed she was maybe studying abroad, but we never really got around to talking, save for a few words.She was standing near the door with her back to me. The whole car had maybe 5 or 6 people on it and all of them sitting pretty far away. If you know anything about the Japanese culture, most Japanese think of Americans as a "side-show" and will never accept you if you're not Japanese born and bred. From the back, she seemed kinda young... maybe 20 or so. Her.