But if you don't mind, I can try to please you through your back door. Have you ever made love that way? Do you mind... ? Would you... ?" I kissed him...even more deeply, and my hands stroked his thin, strong shoulders. I had my own Ben!I didn't mind. I would. It was as if I had been mesmerized by this new kind of sex for me, being penetrated and entered and filled by someone firm, attentive, and considerate. Some time during the night Monica and Ben came home, and I half-woke to see that Monica. Granted, she didn't have the moves of Heather, but when she reached behind her neck and undid her dress, I knew things would pick up. She was holding the white satin wedding dress up with just her hands. She started swaying back and forth with the rhythm to the music. Then she started....the striptease was on!Slowly, the dress started coming off. The way she peeled it off was enough for me to blow my load right there, but I held back as much as possible. The dress came all the way off and she. We went up to our quarters to grab a ready bag and then headed to dispersing. Marshal Taylor was at dispersing cursing and glanced at me, “The dispersing comp went off line.”I shook my head, “They need to replace it. It has not worked right since it was hacked.”I turned to the wall monitor and pulled up ships leaving the system. Amanda touched the screen, “This liner.”I nodded and glanced at Taylor talking on his comm before turning to leave, “I will get the tickets at the port.”Amanda glanced. Women like that.’ ‘Sorry. My name is Eric Rupert.’ ‘Ah progress. Isn’t this fun? Now Mister Rupert, what do you do for a living?’ Eric was beginning to get warm. He began to loosen his tie but stopped when he received a rather stern look, no doubt prompted by his unrehearsed action. (Eric had another flashback to the telephone conversation in which the blonde had told him that it was absolutely imperative that he not only be hygienic for the filming, but also presentable. She went on to explain.