THE TEMPEST
On Tour . . .
“Ah Amanda, how are you?” Orlando greeted the producer with a sumptuous hug and affectionate kisses. He ran his hand through her long ash blonde hair.
“It’s been far too long since you had your company here. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to see you,” Amanda replied with a flirtatious smile.
“Wanted me?” he said, eyes twinkling. Her svelte form was as appealing as ever. He placed his hand on her small bottom to feel the firm round cheeks he’d always found so delightful. “Been good, my darling?” he asked, as he nibbled her ear.
“Maybe not good enough,” she whispered.
He squeezed her ass.
“But perhaps we should save our lust for later, everyone’s looking,” she added.
Orlando looked around, his cast and the technicians were quite content to stare at the
