She would have been willing to do me and my friend Scot, but he said that just talking to her was a total turn off. It cost me a days sky lift ticket,...a luxury room with it's own hot tub, a bottle of good champagne, two Quaalude's, and 300 dollars. She skied all day, drank the champagne, soaked in the hot tub, took the pills, and went to bed. Scot and I entered the room later, finding her completely passed out under the thin hotel sheet. She was spread eagle, her shoulder length blond hair over. " "Huh?" I responded, wondering what she was up to. "I want to see your powers," Bobbie told me. "I want you toconcentrate on summoning some of your darkforce. Not enough to fill thewhole room... Just a little." "But I don't know how," I protested. However, one look at herserious expression told me that she wasn't about to accept any excuses."I'll try..." After taking a deep breath, I tried to call on the darkness likeI had before. And after only a little coaxing, it became to come out,to flow. "After a while Claire calmed down and early in the afternoon she told Mom she had to go home and rest her legs as they were hurting. Mom said, "why not let Bill rub your legs. I'm sure he would not mind, and he is just watching tv. In fact, you can sit on the sofa and he can rub your legs and still watch tv." Claire protested that she could not ask me to do that. Mom came in the living room and asked if I would object to rubbing Claire's legs? I told her it would not be a problem. . She rode him hard, at times almost bouncing off of his shaft then plunging downward to take it far into her."Whose whore are you, Marsha?" he asked, increasing the tempo and driving her into further mindless carnal desire."Yours, Trent! I'm your whore!" she breathed as her nipples turned to stone and the first of several more climaxes consumed her.Later after both had caught their breath, Marsha popped some popcorn and they watched TV together on the sofa. Trent lay against the back of the sofa.