What Ron told me was that he had been to Desire at least a half-dozen times and that he especially liked to go at the end of the season. When we arrived, he went to the bar on the beach and gave them $100, and told me that it is all inclusive, but they tend your needs better if you start out with a big tip.
Then he stripped off all his clothes and walked down the beach.
After thinking about all of this again yesterday, it hit me that the sickest part of it all is that he used the whole experience and me breaking down to say that I might not be worthy of him. Too emotional.
In answer to some other questions: there were no sex tapes, no dancing. Straight to the backroom my beloved, and try not to disappoint.