“It’s hard to believe I’m sitting here with you.” Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. There was a terse silence while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. “You know why I am here, Master. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The blinds were retracted giving floor to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. “Already thinking ahead?” Jackson queried wryly. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of flavours and texture of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous application of saliva and tongue before giving him one long final suck, her cheeks drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop. “Can I get another diet coke, thanks.” Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.
