Can I talk to Tim please? I won’t say anything about this to him, OK?’ ‘Fine. I don’t think he knows anything about Mrs. Paget’s concerns. K...ep it light, and then we’ll see what happens tomorrow. Goodnight, love. Take care. We can talk about the apartment later,’ he said, then called Tim to the phone. Afterward, Bonnie sat in her chair with her thoughts completely focused on Tim. Had he sounded down on the phone, or was that just her imagination? Was he headed for trouble, or could this be. Miguel was honestand told her, "She doesn't need anything; she was successful on her ownand has all the money she will ever need. She is doing this for all theright reasons, I want her to do it so girls and boys like Reyna won'thave to endure the same horrible treatment."They ate dinner in relative silence as the day's events sank in. Miguelsoftly asked Reyna, "Do you want to meet Jaimie?" She nodded silentlythen added, "I hope she likes me. I don't want to seem like a fangirltrying to meet her. You were both totally oblivious to Eric and the camera. Laura parted your legs, and her tongue slid down your soaked pussy lips. Your mind thinking what I would be doing if I was there watching this right now, which just made you wetter as you knew I wanted this to happen when I sent you to them to film. You lifted your legs wide and high, her hands holding them there. She began licking you just the way you liked it, and as she did you began rocking your hips up and down, trying to push her. "No!" he said. "I just got here. I drove all night and I'm completely wasted." He wasn't sure why he was lying to her, but he didn't feel up to actually meeting this woman yet. "I have to turn in a manuscript in the morning, but I need some sleep first. I just need to know where to go. That's one of the things I lost." It occurred to him that his memories of being less than enthused with Lola might be suspect, so he threw her a bone. "I remembered you, but I couldn't remember how to contact.