Now she surrendered to the warm, consoling memory of her dream. In her dream she had been in a dim candlelit bedroom. She was lying naked on a bed. S...e felt someone else’s presence in the room. She sat up slowly, letting the silken covers fall to reveal her upper body. The figure of a man was approaching her. She watched his approach eagerly and unafraid. You’re beautiful,’ he said, bending his face close to hers. She smiled, her brown eyes meeting his deep emerald green eyes. She smiled at. He pulled my tight half t-shirt up over my tits and was sucking my nipple in an instant.Well that was it he had me.I reached down and slid my hand up his leg of his tight cut off jeans to the big lump in his shorts.He pushed his lump up to my hand and said,"would you like to see it,it's pretty big".I figured it was time to take control.I sat forward and undid his shirts,no underwear.It was right there as soon as the zipper was down.He was right,big..I went right down on him and he groaned. Puzzled, I glanced at the third woman and admired her under bust basque. Less frilly than the other women but satin and expensive, in red and black, coupled with black stockings. Her breasts were perky with nipples standing up like thimbles.I looked at her face without recognition, at the quiet smile and at the beautifully made up eyes then jumped in shock!“MUM!” I squealed. “MUM!” I realised I was nearly shouting and lowered my voice. “Mum what on earth are you doing here?”She raised her. Understandably she was nervous but if I was to tutor her, she would have to treat me as a tutor. "Jenny before we start, I want you to look into my eyes, look at my face instead of my chest or somewhere to one side. If you really want to see my chest, I'll show it to you but it's much the same as my face. You've had nearly four months now to accept my scars for what they are — surface disfigurements - so there should be no need for you to try not to see them. Look at my face now. I'm the one.