About 2 weeks later she said she would be in my town working for the weekend and would like to meet for sex only. I was like yea sure, here is my numb...er call me when you get here. Everyday when I got home I would check my answering machine to see what the usual bill collectors were up to. Well my room mate who was listening to the messages that day yelled for me to come listen to one of my calls. It was a woman who said, Hello this is "Debbie" I made it to town and wanted to let you know which. She looked so fuckable, with those amazing green eyes and her wonderful tits. I felt like an absolute arse-hole. Ellie seemed confused and asked, “You not like cat? I have gift for Mr Jet, for rocket.” At that point I was even more confused and thought what else she called a gift for me. It would be a magical gift for me to fuck a girl like Ellie, as I have said; never in a million years would anyone put me with a woman…girl like Ellie, she was not even nineteen yet. I said, “Ellie, I’ll. Bob, yesterday we had talked about you doing my portfolio. Is that offer still open?”“Yes, of course, however, please just call me Bob. In the States, we seldom use honorifics between friends.”“Bob, what would it cost for you to do a 15-minute video of my dance routine?”“Well, as I expect that you and your family will be very close friends, I would only charge you for my materials. Is that a fair price?” I chuckled.She giggled, “Yes that is very fair. Can we do it today, do you think?”We had. It was long and lustrous in addition to being a fire engine red color.Once her long hair was dry, she led the way back to the bed, and we turned down the covers before turning off the two lights on the night stands. There was still some illumination from the kitchenette area, but it was quite low.We hugged and kissed for a time, rubbing against each other, and I massaged those wonderful breasts of hers before she pulled me over on top of herself.“Love me,” she whispered in a passion filled.