At 3 AM Marcus and I were in our hotel room, he was pounding my pussy hard. Many orgasms later, he blew his cum deep in me. We fell asleep laying side...ays, his cock still buried in my pussy.We woke up at noon. We used the bathroom then piled back in bed to fuck. Now I knew why Tricia was a “Hot Wife”, how else could the woman have her cake and eat it too.I let out a low scream when I had my first orgasm of the day. I held him tight as his cock pumped me full of his cum. I had my usual. '... that's because you're not asleep... , ' a gentle thought intruded into his reverie.'... of course I'm asleep. I'm not awake!... ''... no, but you're not asleep, either... ''... not asleep. Not awake... ' He puzzled at the two contradictory thoughts for a moment. He would have been worried, if worry had been allowed. '... where does that leave me, dead?... ''... no, Rand... ' He heard again her soft, entrancing chuckle, almost felt the moth like brush of lips against his cheek. '... not. “I think I may know just what you need,” said Donna.“What's that?” “I have a little box of friends that work for me when I have an unsatisfied itch. Come with me and I will show you,” Donna said, rising and helping Sheila to her feet.Sheila laughed and said, almost defiantly, “Alright, I will!”Donna took her by the arm and they leaned on each other as they took a nearby elevator down to Level Nine. Sheila sat on the bed while Donna opened a large makeup case, removed the top shelf and tipped. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private if you know what I mean, good light for reading, excellent waitresses--a little older, confident without being brassy and dedicated to service..