This wasn't a television, it was a voyeur's paradise. I found that scrolling along, one by one, gave a full screen, high definition image. I flicked t...rough them quickly, pausing when I saw an attractive dark-haired woman dressed just like me. Oh. I raised my right leg, lowered it, did the same with my left. The image on the screen did the same. The robe looked a bit bulky on me, so I slipped out of it, arranged the cushions into an attractive shape and reclined gracefully.A few screens along,. They broke off from each other and began making out with me as well. Maria had began to pull up my shirt and was furiously trying to get into my jeans. I got up from the couch, and began to undress, the two women sitting on the couch watching me, Sarah rubbing Maria's huge tits. I took my shirt off and then threw my pants off as well. My cock, feeling longer than 9 inches at this point, was standing firm and erect. In fact, it was so hard, and full that it actually hurt, as if my cock was. They went in and sat at the piano so she could make her song selections. She immediately found a couple that she knew well from her act at the L.A. nightclub. She chose another song from one of Marilyn Monroe's movies that she knew well and then she found a special song to sing just for Charles.The bandleader asked her in what order she wanted to sing the songs. "I'll be wearing a dress similar to one Marilyn Monroe wore in 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.' It's not the pink strapless one she wore. " Rachel turned to Monica. "He's leaving?" Yeah, we're done." replied Monica. "You can go too." But what about all this?" "All this?" "Yeah, how do I get this off?" Rachel was pawing at the collar, and could not feel any type of buckle or snap, or anything that could be used to remove it. Her hands also were tugging at the belt as well, which was terribly uncomfortable."You don't."Rachel was aghast! An astounded "What?" was all she could manage. "You didn't read the contract did you?" Monica.