A light lick of my nipple, circles around its base… then you take it in your mouth… sucking on it. I moan. My hand is on the back of your head… ... pull you into me, your face smashed against my breast. You feel my leg move as I’m trying to climb on top of your lap, but the front seat is too compact. You stop me and ask me to climb in the back seat with you. I join you in the back seat, you kiss me hard. One of my hands is on your chest the other lightly running my fingers through your hair. My. Halfway to the harbour she steered me into a café; I was grateful for some decent coffee. Grace put a plate with a piece of flapjack on in front of me."That'll help keep things moving," she said with a slight smirk.I sipped at coffee and took a deep breath. "Grace ... thank you..." It's nothing ... it's ... my job." Maybe. And I suppose keeping your head in an emergency is part of that. But ... getting Serendipity here safe and sound is more than I'd expect..." You taught me well." You learned. "Thanks." you say trying not to make eye contact. You stare at her large breast and see a small hint of nipple.You say "What can I do for you Alison?" So many things Tom." says Alison."Like what?" Well, we can start with a nice lunch today." She says.You can't refuse to have lunch with Alison, she's very powerful, she's a vice president and you're only an analyst. You agree to have lunch. Alison is very happy and says she knows a great place to eat. A bit later you're in a high class restaurant. She was starting to get the idea of how to light the subject to make it appear solid and three dimensional. Her camera technique had improved as well. With the digital camera she would fire off ten or twenty shots at a time and delete the ones that didn't work. I had half expected to find that she had tried the same approach with the film assignment and there would be a dozen shots each of the same three scenes with minute adjustments of focus and exposure. But these shots were all different,.