”I bought a bunch.That ‘not drinking much’ thing? Violated that promise pretty bad.We split three bottles over the course of the evening leading...up to bedtime. I was very pleasantly buzzed when I finally went to my bedroom. Buzzed. Needed just a little something to knock the edge off and let me go to sleep.I slid my hand inside my panties. Hey, it’s mine and I can play with it any time I want, right?Couple of diddles that for some reason just fell flat. Me and the wine had a conversation.Me:. More than anything she wanted to be at his beck and call, to be naked and on her knees at all times. He was too much of a man for such a hostile, obnoxious bitch like Jezebel. In her heart she was convinced that once she showed him what she could offer him, he would be hers. She just had to play her cards right, she would continue with the subtle hints, and she would take it slow and easy. Unfortunately for her he was paying no attention to the innuendos, he didn’t even seem the least bit. As you lean forward to attack my dripping pussy with your lips you lower yourself onto my face as I suck and lick your balls while stroking your hard cock. Both of us are moaning in pleasure, we go at each other with our mouths like we are starving animals. I love the feel of your hard cock in my throat as your balls slap my nose. While licking and nibbling my clit your fingers start exploring my dripping wet pussy massaging my G-Spot. Licking my long index finger I start circling and teasing. We did this to keep oursanity. This became our game and I was beginning to enjoy it.Over weeks of rehearsal, the game slowly escalated until we reached ourfirst dress rehearsal.At this point, we memorized every second the damn typewriter scene.Crystal always overacted this one line. It drove us crazy. Oneparticularly long Thursday rehearsal, Derek and I were getting deliriousin our dark little office. Without missing a beat, Crystal screeched,"Well that's not MY problem!" She was going for.