It wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything that I thought I would ever want to do again either. We showered together and that led us back to the bed for an...other session of doggie sex. I dressed, kissed him goodbye and then headed back for my own room. I passed several people in the hallway and I wondered if looked to them like the slut I had spent the night being.It wasn't until I was in my room and looking at myself in the mirror that I realized that in my passion I had totally forgotten that I was. “That’s right,” she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed. She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off. “When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?” She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off. “Leave ‘em on,” I said quietly,. I am not intended to die from beingeaten in the cage - I am meant to drown.The roof of the cage, formed from that same criss-cross grid of bamboobars that makes up the walls, is level with the surface of the lake.When the wind picks up, waves lap over it and I am splashed withfreshwater spray.It didn't take me long to determine that the gaps between these roofbars have been fashioned to be large enough to fit the head of a humanbeing, but not to permit the shoulders and the rest of the body to. .. she saw his eyes. Either green or blue, they looked at her... and it suddenly seemed as if he were next to her, so close they almost touched. Yet he was still descending stairs at 75 feet away.His thick dark blonde hair looked as if it needed a good brushing, maybe even a washing.Sarah didn't notice that her breathing had slowed. She didn't notice that she was staring at him enrapt. She did notice that she felt a strange fear of this man that she had never experienced before.He stepped down.