Tabled
Becky signals with her empty Cognac glass. Jackie cautiously steps from the table top ending his pose.
“Keep him nice and hard for me Jackie,” Becky rising from the chair arm on my right.
As Becky returns to my suitcase, placing down her glass, I am horrified to see Jackie kneel at my feet, slim shoulders slipping between my knees. When he leans at the waist I close my eyes... in fear... in disgust... in revulsion. I know what is to come... the only manner in which Jackie can obediently keep me stiff.
Yes, I feel the wet warmth of his tongue, a light teasing lick, to the underside of my erection.
“As I said Ryan, he’s trained... well trained. You’ll not come for me... not until I want you to perform,” Becky stepping from the suitcase, my water glass in one hand, strip of cloth
