It turned out that the network would be paying for all of our meals on the trip. I ordered filet mignon with lobster mashed potatoes, David had Chilea... sea bass, and Tonya had a rack of lamb. The food was actually pretty substantial, and a lot better than anything else I'd ever had on someone else's dime.After dinner, I turned in early and looked over the script before heading to bed. The next morning, I woke up early and went over to Tonya's room. We messed up the bed in a way that we hoped. “Uh, so you said your car broke down. Are you living in Huntingdon then? Do you work there?”“Yes, I work at the Bliss Beauty Salon on the High Street.”Fuck, the Bliss Beauty Salon? That was just around the corner from where I lived! “Uh, yeah, I know the place.”“So anyway, I’ve got a few days off in a row and I’m going to spend them with my dad. Since my mum’s been gone, I like to visit him when I’ve got some time off. I think he likes the company.”I’d like the company too if I was him, I. The look she gave him was innocently questioning, but the twitch at the corner of her mouth was impish and sly, and he knew he’d been caught staring. “I asked if you would like to be seated here while I finish your dinner.” Roger gave a soft chuckle and scratched the back of his head. “Go ahead. Here will be fine.” Alice stepped out of the room, and returned a moment later with a cold beer. She twisted the cap off and handed it to Roger, then stepped back into the kitchen. Roger took a long. Nicolette did her best to stifle the loud sounds she would have made otherwise, as her pussy exploded, drenching her hand with a rush of orgasmic juices, as she felt the wave grab her, and shake her body in orgasmic pleasure.As she came down from her orgasmic high, Nicolette quickly retreated to her room. She grabbed a towel to dry off her pussy entrance, she had been soaking wet. As much as she loved to fantasize about Mr. Underwood fucking her, she had the idea that although she was welcome.