Perhaps it was the accent, more college than backstreet. XXNX Jackson winked at her in response. “Now close the door and sit down like a good girl,” he suggested. She had had a boyfriend once, who loved being given head and he had always told Beth she was very good at it. Although, this was partly to get a brief respite from the pressure of the sofa’s armrest that she was being crushed against. The next few things happened in a whirl. Halfway down she paused to look at Jackson but when he neither moved or said anything she reluctantly continued. Jackson fell into a slow consistent rhythm. With one hand no less! That was more than her husband ever said and she realised she desired this man.
