"Go upstairs Alyson, turn left at the top and go to the third door on the right. You will find your quarters there, attached is a bathroom. Strip comp...etely and bathe, leave the clothes you are wearing outside of your door in a neat pile, you are to keep the shoes. In the wardrobe you will find some clothes, put them on and attend to your face. Wait in the room until I come to fetch you. Do not look in the cupboard until you have bathed and dried yourself." She dropped the lead and smacked my. I ordered a martini with extra olives. Just as I got my drink, three men stepped up and claimed they were mechanics. The first one introduced himself as Mark, he was young tall and handsome. The second one was Kevin, he was tall, in his mid 30's and looked like the actor Ed Burns. The third was Jeff, older than the other two but deadly handsome withblue eyes and dark hair.I introduced myself and started explaining what the symptoms of my car were as I was sucking and eating on my extra olives.. He said that Frank Matters, the lighting designer was doing all this pre-rehearsal checkout of the lights from his studio office and that Stephanie, his assistant, was with him. He pointed me toward a door in one rear corner of the stage.I found myself in an office with an elaborate miniature mockup of the real set and hundreds of extremely tiny lighting instruments that seemed to echo all the real lighting instruments out on the stage. There was Frank Matters at his desk at a lighting control. She gagged. I didn't care. I was horny, I'd waited two years for her. I was getting what I wanted. She slid it out of her mouth, lust in her gorgeous brown eyes. She lifted her feet up and played on my biggest weakness. She made lick them and rub them, an evil grin cutting across her face. Jamie then wrapped her toes around my cock. Instantly it got harder than I thought possible. “Yeah baby, you like that don't you? Having your bitches feet on your cock?” She teased. I couldn’t say a word all.