(formerly of the University of ____________) Part 3 ——————————————– 1997 – After the Summit Drowsily, I awoke to the s...und of Sophia typing on her laptop computer. It was plugged into the hotel’s phone jack, so I guessed that she was running her e-mail. I lay there for several minutes, watching her as she peered intently into the fold-up screen. The fingers which had pressed red marks into my back in our passion of the night before were now delicately tapping at the keyboard: exchanging. .mmmmmmm.I will respond in full when I have come home from work, giving you a detailed description of what I am using, and what I would like you to do....Thank you once again, I'm sure even my staff will notice the color in my cheeks today *steps up from chair, panting breathless after assignment, smiles over shoulder at Sir as i'm leaving the room*xxWhen she came home that evening she was please to read his reply: Very good, girl. If you wish you can send your next reply to me in a more direct. We may need more than this soon."The first order of business was to get a really good producer. We interviewed several, and I'n no expert on producing, but I am pretty good at reading people, and didn't like any of them. We had flown to LA, a town I've never really liked. Eric found an up and comer with a really good record in several decent films as an associate producer. I liked him immediately. He was direct, honest in his expectations of us as clients. I took lead on this interview, so I. I found her diamondhard clit in the hood as it were. She grunted and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together."FUCK" she moaned It was only moments before she came, noisily, thrashing and she produced SO much fluid that she got my tits wet. She squirted that far. She lay in a gasping heap cradling her gorgeous boobs.I lay next to her and held her close."Am I still a virgin?" she asked me"Technically yes, TECHNICALLY girls don't count" I reassured her "you can have as many as you want and still.