He yanked his pants off while I straddled him, kicking them off with his feet once they were by his knees. He did this with a speed that I still could...not believe. It was like he was the Harry Houdini of fucking and clothing escape was his specialty.We were now down to our boxers, our erections pressing through our shorts and rubbing against each other as we kept grinding. I placed my hand on his and he placed his hand on me and slowly jerked it off through his boxers. He guided me to stand on. Oh, my God!! The sensations to me -- a virgin -- were unworldly. I hadnever experienced such joy, such pleasure. Oh Danny, Danny I love you so -- I want you in me again.After that, Danny and I were almost inseparable. We took so many walks inthe woods. I took a basket with snacks and a blanket. I also learned thatDanny was somewhat submissive and liked to wear a collar that I would puton him when no one else could see us. He knew that when I put the collaron him that sex was coming. I might. At the bottom were little shelves with ankle cuffs where I was supposed to stand-- like metal bondage flip-flops or something.||Please stand in the frame|| The speaker in the ceiling requested."The hell with that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In frustration I slammed the shower door shut before crumpling to the floor, sobbing hysterically.But what could I do? Locked in the bathroom with no escape.||Please stand in the frame||The exit door was securely locked. There was a second door in. It was my first time eating lobster; it was amazing. At the end of the evening, Mrs. Dayton-Jones -- or Patricia as she insisted Laura and I call her -- hugged and kissed us all before saying her farewells to Savvy and leaving for the airport to join her husband in Dubai.I very much doubt that she realized that the three young women with whom she had dined would return to their room for an hour or two of mutual pleasure.We went into Laura’s room as she had a bottle of wine chilling in a.