Tegan arrived at Jackson’s apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. XXNX They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to place their food orders. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Jackson casually go about his business. She parted her thighs and balanced her heels on the edge of the couch either side of her, putting her little slit on display for him again. Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide. “Sure.” Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Suffice it to say, I have experimented a lot. “Sure.” She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her fingers delicately biting into one. “Yes Master.” Tegan mumbled. “I’m not sure why. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to watch her home made pornography,
