I did finally doze off around midnight but when I awoke, I immediately took note of a drastic change in everyone's mood until I remembered that not everyone woke up feeling chipper like I normally do.
We were still at the transient hanger, but Ken had left the plane and the others were getting ready to deplane.
"We have to deplane before they'll top off the tanks," Kate explained, without so much as a good morning or even a smile.
"And I need to pee and wash up" Margo added. "I have towels, wash cloths and toothbrushes."
Ken was sitting at a table with his back to us when we went in, talking on a phone so Roger went to perform his morning ritual while the ladies did what ladies do first thing in the morning.
There was a cafΓ© in the main terminal with free shuttle service so we decided to stay long enough to have a good, hot meal. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was. Maybe it was due to the fact that we hadn't eaten for nearly twenty-four hours That and the strenuous sexual exercise.
Almost two hours and a million calories later we once again boarded our bird, armed with a new flight plan and current weather reports. Once again, it was raining back at the house but this time there were no storms.
About three hours out, with Ken at the wheel, Margo surprised me when she started stripping, but then Roger got naked too>Assuming I was going to be treated to a fuck fest, imagine my surprise when they stripped me. The surprise came when Margo got me in a sixty-nine with me on top. Her talent for cunnilingus was amazing. For one thing, she has the longest tongue I've ever seen, As if that weren't enough, she can curl that tongue into the walls of your pussy like a warm, wide snake and tongue fuck you into oblivion.
At first, I wasn't sure what Roger's role was but then just as our sixty-nine started to get wild, I felt the head of his big cock at my back door. Between the two of them, they flat out wore me out but when Roger finally came, she used that long tongue to clean his sperm out of my anus.
I woke to the sound of the wheels making contact with the runway and when I looked for my clothes they were nowhere to be found. In all the confusion of me in a panic mode, it dawned me. I spun around to yell at the two of them only to see them leave the plane...with my clothes.
"Okay, fine," I said, loud enough to be heard in the terminal, "Have your fun because being naked is my way of relaxing. It is my hobby, my pleasure, and my occupation. But be careful. Watch your back because I always win. When I got to the car, they were laughing but when they tried to give me my clothes, I refused them and instead, I got in the back seat where I leaned back and spread my legs as wide as possible, putting my bare feet on the backs of the front seat.
"Cleared for takeoff, captain," I declared.
They stopped laughing.
I was still naked when we got to the house and when I got to my room.
I took a quick shower and went to make the phone call that I dreaded.
As I waited for Jeanine to pick up, Kate came into my room and turned to leave but I waved her back in and patted the bed, inviting her to listen in.
"Hey, what's the good word? I'm doing good, thanks to all this Texas hospitality. I got initiated into the mile high club...twice, if that tells you anything. Well, I did invite you down but you sent Gregory instead. So where are we and what's the plan?
She gave me a quick rundown on the shooting schedule and then she asked the question she shouldn't have asked.
"Yeah, I read it, reread it and discussed it with Gregory. We went through it, highlighted and red-lined about half of it."
She foolishly asked why we red-lined so much of it.
"Have you done a complete read-through from our point of view? Sweetheart, it quite frankly worries me. This writer is a sadistic bastard. Read through my contract, honey. I'm written out of most of the film. I specifically said no BDSM, no rape scenes, no torture scenes. No extended bondage, read the contract. You'll have to find another lead or at the very least, a damn good B.D."