"I'm still here. I just- er- faded out for a second." I sighed. Not only did I have to have a tutor, but I got the tutor with the bad phone line. I re...eated my earlier question, hoping I wouldn't have to meet with her until much, much later on in the week. Her response stunned me. "How about now? I know you don't know me all that well, but he's been keeping me up to date with his lectures. I can't think of a better way to get to know each other, and start solving the problems he says you've. Just tell me where you want them delivered…’ ‘Thank you Jeremy, but I’ll need the transportation regardless. I have several errands that I need to run and lots of shopping to do. If for some reason the Embassy wasn’t able to fulfill their promise, I will need you to assist me with insuring that my purchases are properly funded.’ ‘As you wish, Amanda. Where would you like the car to pick you up?’ Amanda gave him the address for the hotel as well as her new cell phone number. ‘Thank you for your. Gemma Atkinson would be shooting an independent horror movie one weekend, flying up to Scotland for a FHM shoot or back in London for some work with Channel 4. While this was great for her career and great for her bank account, she never really had much time for a boyfriend… Or even a fuck buddy. She would be on set with lots of young boys who all seemed able to do the job but would either back out or never even turn up. Maybe they thought it was a hazing? If it was, it was for Gemma. She had. My hands quickly went to her perfectly formed breasts; capped by those tiny, rock hard nipples. I started rubbing around the base of her breasts and made squeezing motions around and up until I reached for her nipples. Her nipples were hard when I reached them. I flicked them with my thumb, pinched them, and rubbed them. I felt them with the base of my hand and with my fingers. I wanted to suck them so badly (and now I know why men are so crazy about sucking breasts). Nisha was making a sound.