.. nothing. Somehow and somewhere she lost the script. The four or five double spaced typed pages which she glanced at and which she waved to her frie...ds during the happy hour disappeared.Nothing to it. It wasn't a talking part, right? Some nudity was involved, but she had no problem with it. And fortunately she had the address, right? She would be there tomorrow on time and would play by the ear.Next day of course she was late. Not her fault once again. The insufferable professor Hill held her. ‘Actually I have a question, why do you always say Mr. or sir instead of my name?’ ‘Well that’s a rather silly question. My name’s on a tag, yours isn’t.’ ‘I never told you my name? Really? Oh my god I’m so sorry! How could I could let my favourite waitress spend all this time not knowing my name?’ Favourite waitress? That’s flirting right? No? Am I crazy? I just might be. ‘Well what is it Mr.?’ ‘Aaron David, choose whichever pleases you more.’ With that he got up and left. And I got wet.. “There’s food in here so we won’t starve.”“What are we going to do about these wet clothes?” Kelly asked.“Um, we should really take them off so we can dry them.”Grinning, Kelly said, “You’re really something. First you run out of gas and then you come up with something like this. What’s next?”“I have a shirt in my backpack. It isn’t much, but you can have it.” I was blushing and could feel the heat in my cheeks.“Thanks, are you going to go outside while I change?”“Sure, let me get you the shirt. He was skilled and could make me cum quickly, which is what was about to happen. I tried to hold back the climax, but I couldn't. I was moaning and then screamed. "Fuck baby! I'm fucking cumming!!" and as my orgasm sent me into shutters, he licked up every inch of me like I was his personal lollipop. I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted his dick in my cunt and his blood in my mouth. He could read my mind, and pulled me down a little farther so we could get what we both wanted. He rimmed my.