She rubbed her eyes, got out of the chair and picked up the room service menu and ordered a late dinner. After the light meal she took a quick shower,...put on her negligee and slipped under the covers. Marilyn closed her eyes and once again the image of the young blonde surfer, that's how she thought of him, entered her mind and again she reached between her legs and began to gently rub on her clit and without even realizing it she drifted off to sleep.Marilyn woke on Sunday morning to sunshine. His promises of travel and riches were enticing, but it was the promise of sexual adventure which made her shiver to think about. The trysts, first with him and then with another woman, then the six men followed by the orgy at which she was the guest of honor made her realize that neither of the others had the imagination nor the resources to provide her that kind of excitement. Marriage was, of course, out of the question. Peter had all but told her he was interested only in her body and the. The sensation of the bumpy metal slowly sliding against each fleshy knob as he pulled it away made her writhe in delight. Sensual chills rippled through her core. The metal skipped across her fluttering belly and leisurely down the outside of her right leg. She was really moaning loudly now, as the delightful sensations coursed through her. Down the other leg. Up her calves, onto her knees. Then onto the tender skin of her inner thighs. She struggled to keep her quivering legs open. Maddy’s. " Rick muttered, clicking through the profiles, all in sensual, inviting poses, "...If I remember right, the only reason he hated Spidey was that he wore a mask and wouldn't reveal, acting as a vigilante..." Rick shook his head. "I still can't believe this is happening..." he said, "What happened? Did reality change overnight? Did I get shunted to an alternate reality?" Rick wasn't as rattled by this as most people would be. He had seen a lot in his life, and it took a lot more than a reality.