But here I was in balmy ole’ London, England, having just stepped off one of the most gruelling international airplane flights of my life, to find m...yself confronted with a wind-swept, pouring rainstorm cell breaking over the entire city. There were numerous taxis waiting just outside the front of the airport, at least, so it didn’t take all that long to find a clear cab and sweep in to nab it before someone else could beat me to the punch. Okay, before I get ahead of myself, I ought to explain. I can smell your anxiousness. I pinch your nipples once more, tugging them harder this time and pulling them away from your breasts. Your back arches in your chair as you attempt to squeeze your thighs together instinctively. Your knees instead wrap around the sides of my breasts. My hand balls in a fist and wedges between your clenched thighs, until it’s resting against your panty-clad mound. I slowly begin moving my wrist in an up and down motion, kneading your pussy lips with my knuckles.. "Matt Ford." Cool." I smiled."You're not from around here, are you?" he asked, looking around himself like he had to make sure of where he was."Nope." I shook my head. "I'm from somewhere else." I'm from around here," he sighed. "It sucks." Yeah." I looked around then too and it was pretty boring."You got nice eyes," he said and for just that second we locked, you know? I mean could feel it and my tummy did a little somersault."So do you," I said softly. "Kinda like three colors." They're just. “Discretion is the key word,” as the man in the video put it.“This is bullshit,” Robert said aloud, but he was still curious enough to press the “yes”- button on the screen.The next days were spent in front of the computer. Robert was a patient man, and he would not risk doing anything wrong, so he kept on practicing. The program used his web camera to read his eye movements and his microphone to listen to his words, and it told him what he was doing wrong and how to correct it, and it told him.