I thought I might as well ask to be safe.“Do you want to meet at the bar?” I asked.“Come on up,” she said. “I just need to take a quick show...r before I head out.”A shower? How was this gonna go? Was I just going to have to wait awkwardly in her room until she comes out? Or, was this an invitation to join? I needed to find out what this was about.So we went upstairs to her hotel room. As soon as she let me in, she told me that she needed to freshen up. Sounds good.I had a seat on her bed while. Did you lock it up with my other jewelry?" she asked me, not actually asking as much as expecting me to fetch it for her.It would have looked stunning with her outfit, I must admit."No, Martha. I took it back to the jeweler and got my money back," I stated, preparing for the storm to come."Mark, if that is a joke, it is in very poor taste. Could you just go and get me my pendent?" she insisted, her tone getting brusque."No, Martha, it isn't a joke. You told me to take it back if I thought that. . some men couldn't live with the knowledge that their wives had done something as unspeakable as what she had been dragged into at Marty Felder's. But that was the gamble she'd have to take. If Phillip was indeed half the man she knew he was, he'd understand He'd forgive her and go on loving her just as though nothing had ever happened.And for her part, Jessica knew now never to let herself be suckered into anything again, no matter what the odds. There could never be another Marty Felder in. He kissed her again and began to lay her down on her back onto the showers’ soaked tilted floor. Dante proceeded to pull off Cyarra’s blue swim suite and gaze upon her beautiful body: her perky C cup breast, tight tummy, baby bottom smoothly shaven pussy- she was definitely the most beautiful girl to Dante. “Dante, stop staring your embarrassing me” Cyarra said as she looked up at Dante-she was doing the same: Dante’s bright red hair, crystal blue eyes, washboard abs, monster dick- but she.