"Jennifer?" As if that wasn't a dead give-away. I hate my laugh." When you let go and laugh your laugh is great. It's only when you try to stifle it t...at you snort. What are you doing?" Really? You like my laugh? Really?" Yes. Now answer my question. What are you doing?" Um ... isn't it obvious? I'm naked in bed with you. I came to have sex with my hero. You rescued me three times today." Jennifer, I didn't do it so you'd have sex with me. Honest! I can't just have sex with you. I've never done. Still in shock at her forwardness, I slowly found my mind again and went back to watching her work, but she soon stopped writing and sat staring at her page tapping her pen. ‘What’s up?’ I asked, ‘Out of ideas?’ ‘I…’ she began, ‘Can you… do what you did to me last week again?’ she asked hesitantly, her shyness having returned. ‘It felt so amazing and I tried to do it more myself but it just got boring after a bit. I need you to…’ Her eyes and body language pleaded with me more powerfully than. I tell you that you can kiss me at anytime today, but you will not do anything else unless I say. Sitting on the bed pouting at me I pull you up and move you against the wall, kissing you as passionately as you had before, I move down your neck, and over your collar bone, then kneeling in front of you I slide your skirt up and lick my way up your legs until I find your clit, mmmmmm it tastes as good as I thought it would, you lift a leg and place it over my shoulder. My hands on your arse, I. ‘You going to tell me why you want the pictures? ‘Oo, there are lots of reasons, number one is to poke a stick with satire, I’m going to put three in my office, they won’t know it’s me. It’s a subtle protest against all the ‘girly’ pictures in the men’s canteen,’ she explained. ‘I want to make sure they can’t see my face, I’ve been choosing for those, and I notice that you’ve covered up my fanny in a lot of the shots, with just a tantalising tuft of pubic hair showing. Clever.’ ‘If you want to.