I have to spend my first few nights in my shipping container." She smiled at him.He frowned. "Why?" I don't know really, something to do with maintain...ing my body." She seemed to consider a moment. "I think that my need to be in my crate will go down over time."She brightened. "Besides Stan, I'd never be able to live with myself, and I really do mean that, if I was in your bed and you were on a couch. I'd feel ashamed, humiliated, and upset." She paused again, as if taking inventory. "Yes,. I told him that the setting could have been better, maybe a little more romantic, but I enjoyed it also. We made out some more and he said we had better leave before we were discovered by someone.We were both quiet on the drive home. Mike walked me to the door I invited him in. We sat on the couch and talked for awhile. Mike said he should probably leave, but I kissed him again and shyly said, "Well you could spend the night."He smiled, "are you sure that is what you want?"I know I should have. Amy probably said, "This is fun," 200 times. Every night, they were so exhausted when they returned to the hotel that very little TV was watched. Amy had her own queen size bed, which allowed Layla and Eric to have quiet encounters during the night.The last full day was spent at the waterpark and Amy found a few new friends to play with. Layla and Eric stayed close to her for safety reasons but Amy gave them no reason for concern. Their efforts to keep sunscreen on worked well and sunburn was. She picked up the receiver and gave me the address I knew already, although had never been inside before.As I walked to the house, with the fee for the massage in my pocket and a few more for something extra, my heart was racing. I had never really been with anyone before – a few fondles but nothing serious. And, in the next few moments I was going to get something from an attractive, sexy masseur.As I rang the bell and waited until the door opened slightly. She saw and recognised me and asked.