Tegan arrived at Thomas J. Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the fond memory board of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained little else than her phone, wallet, paint, and a change of dress that she expected to fag out when she left Sunday nighttime. In their textbook conversations planning for the weekend Jesse Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring article of clothing, and if he expected the rudeness of his suggestive language to outrage her, then he would probably be far more shocked to learn about what she had been up to since their split. His undefined allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a serial of text edition that sporadically appeared on her earpiece at random time interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring adventure she'd had with him was the metre she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some cigaret with his spunk on her face without telling her that she was too pledge to notice her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in forepart of his Friend all the meter, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetence were, and what to gestate from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small solicitation of sex miniature that she'd accumulated as gift and from her trip to the sex shop in causa Jackson wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the starting time time the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Thomas J. Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"hello ?"crackled Michael Joe Jackson's voice from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The threshold buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly forward-looking edifice in a new evolution. The fact that all the blocking and houses had been developed by the one company made the locality boring and generic but at least it was low-priced for the quality. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her workforce as she rode up to the second floor then along the hall to the end. The doorway opened as she approached and Andrew Jackson greeted her with an awkward smiling, standing aside to let her in, the heavy door thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a small storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the master living field with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedchamber and washing on the right.

She stood in the center of the support room which made up about half the overall square footage and set her bag down, doing a dumb twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her one-time home. None of the article of furniture was different. The blinds were retracted giving story to roof eyeshot of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring edifice. Contrary to her arithmetic mean it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special endeavor for her sojourn. There was one notable difference of opinion, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the nook that presumably captured the unharmed room. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Michael Joe Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached whisker and tan of a surfer, wearing a pair of prospicient shorts and a faded easy fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure enough if you'd actually show."Jackson noted.

There was a lengthy awkward silence.

"Can I get you a coffee ?"Jackson suggested."I just made a overbold pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Jesse Louis Jackson poured two countenance. He gave her a picayune milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Mahalia Jackson said in an attempt to break the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee bean."To be honest I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one thing to text about it but now that you're here I'm wondering why you reached out the way you did. I mean that pic you sent me… I'm guessing all that didn't come from one dude."

"It did not."Tegan said casually."Don't worry, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guys have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Jackson asked.

"You really wan na have it away ?"Tegan challenged.

Helen Hunt Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently ineffectual to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to travel things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to bang, I will narrate you everything. Suffice it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do things I wasn't well-to-do with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be clear I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to stay unattached for the foreseeable futurity - but I do retrieve that if I had been capable to learn myself a class ago, things might possess been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to regale me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the bawd you wished I was."

"That's quite a speech."Thomas Jackson responded wryly.

"I was practising on the movement over."Tegan took another sip of her java to fill the adopt interruption in the conversation. After thinking it over for a min Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to link up him in the middle of the way. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

"Since you're recording, can I get a copy ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Jesse Jackson said, a note of surprisal in his vocalization. Making a sex tape measure was one of his many bedchamber hypnotism to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't forethought ?"Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a late breathing spell."You've been a busy piffling whore seaport't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Jackson demanded, squeezing her throat a little harder.

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, her voice strained.

"Master."Helen Hunt Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"issue off your clothes."Thomas Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the photographic camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the concealment as he moved closer and took a sweeping snapshot of her from her animal foot to her head.

Tegan held the annulus of the wearing apparel and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully billow out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the straps covering her thorax in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the flooring, sliding down her slender human body and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."capital of Mississippi commented from his gonzo cinematographer power point of view as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hand to pilfer one of her nipples, keeping her human face in the shot as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and diffuse your legs. Start playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his sofa and spreading her thighs, tucking her heels up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Michael Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the camera than about genuinely pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to pull together some of her moisture and use it to massage into her button, finding herself excited by the circumstance even without needing to manually shake up herself. Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her physical structure, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her nipples, circling the outer edge of her areola, giving him her honorable attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping accommodation eyes ’.

"You've suit a little porn star."Andrew Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her case with his loose mitt, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye touch with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This pussy miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a finger into her slit and found her wet opening, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as capital of Mississippi kept the camera focused on her face.

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Jackson wiped his digit off on her mouth then backed up a step as Tegan slid off the lounge and knelt on the floor.

There was no probability of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawing string of his board shorts, eyefucking the television camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling ends to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped barren and she let his short fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Old Hickory was a good size of it - certainly not huge, but definitely above norm. She wrapped both manus around the floor, her fingerbreadth and ovolo overlapping as she gently massaged his privates, teasing more sprightliness into his slowly stiffening rod. Jackson was using one hand to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the tv camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

holding her hands around the base of his dick Tegan nuzzled it with her cheek before parting her sass to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the underside. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not bear come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the photographic camera was a new and exciting candidate for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep it in his private collection to savor in the solitary Night ahead once the weekend was over, or portion it with friends ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would share it and prove it to people she used to experience, the same hoi polloi he always tried to show her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel disappointed that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her mouthpiece and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one deal, idly caressing his thigh and lower belly with her other hand with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jackson the lens of the camera met her regard and she pulled off him for a present moment to lewdly wag the tip of her clapper against his frenulum before continuing her campaign. She was more than happy to take her sentence and make it last, in no hastiness to get him to cease and for his part, Andrew Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his paw on the back of her head.

After a few minute or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his groyne, forcing himself into her pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off safeguard before easing off enabling her to rip back a lilliputian and exact in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a smother gagging racket and tried to brace her script against his thigh as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could sense herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it bump, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lips and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as potential but when air became an return she frantically tapped out on his second joint and he pushed her head back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the sofa she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the cryptical cushion and lay back against the back with her ass on the border. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"spreading your legs."Thomas Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thigh and balanced her dog on the sharpness of the sofa either side of her, putting her little prick on display for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her exhilaration glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Andrew Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her hands under her thigh and used her fingers to peel back her labia, better exposing her flabby garden pink ladyparts, her swell up clit. After filming her bedcover pussy for a minute he was finally unable to resist the siren call of her wet hole and moved himself into billet, guiding his erection with one deal and trying to keep the camera steadfast with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself outdoors and prepare as she felt the flared caput of his cock press against her and find her entrance. She let out a satisfied sigh and tilted her head back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily slip in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the camera lens again and timidly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of reflex than any real feeling of shyness. She moaned as Jackson began to motivate, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grasp, panning the camera down her slowly undulating body to establish himself moving in and out.

"young lady this dick, babe ?"Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely plausive"mmhmm"for the benefit of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this slit, this tight little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her nipples making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit snapshot back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over town but me, I haven't been laid since you walked out on me, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

With that Jackson began to move faster, doing his best to hold the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her bridge player. Mahalia Jackson released his suitcase on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to maintain it focused on the legal action even as Jackson braced himself against the cover of the lounge and began to Sudanese pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, crude buffeting that he threw his entire organic structure system of weights into, with one purpose - getting as cryptical inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving move that gave no consideration to anything but a hard fucking. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her arms shaking as she struggled to go along the military action in frame. Her body was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to come before Jackson did as he steadily worked towards it. With one terminal drive he took her by the articulatio coxae to force himself as deep as he could get and she could feel him twitching cryptical inside several times before the hot champion of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Old Hickory groaning in sculptural relief as his lode spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Stonewall Jackson took the tv camera back from her and put one fundament up on the couch, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Michael Joe Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to taste herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitating to kiss after receiving oral sex. But that taciturnity felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her sass, relishing the mix of flavour and grain of the sticky goo coating as she bathed his shaft clean and jerk with a generous application program of spittle and tongue before giving him one farseeing net suck, her face drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"trade good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her pussy, presumably to enamour that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her despoiled cut. Apparently quenched capital of Mississippi panned the camera back up her body to her face.

"Wave good day to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the photographic camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to excite. Tegan remained slumped on the frame watching Jackson casually go about his business. She thought about the telecasting, about watching herself in legal action. Sometimes in her Sir Thomas More extreme encounters of late she had almost felt like she was remote herself observing as she performed Acts she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some full point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so a lot seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too dandy to watch her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The thought made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Jackson asked her, having finished with the camera.

"Just thinking about getting fucked while watching my own sex tape."Tegan confessed, as casually as she might take in asked for a glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Michael Joe Jackson queried wryly."We've barely started here."

"I know, but I guess I'm still horny."Tegan said with a shrug.

"Oh, you didn't get to come."Stonewall Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to come, are you ? You're here to please me."

Tegan looked up at him, her heart pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

"Do you interpret, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Glenda Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to mouth clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"goodness jade. Don't forget again, I don't want to blow time punishing you instead of fucking you."Jackson said, pulling his short back on. He picked up her wearing apparel and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Thomas Jonathan Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underclothing on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permission to do so. She did use the lav to pee - a necessary piece of the sex rite if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did nothing about the mess he put inside her that clung to the paries of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her horseshoe and Glenda Jackson stepped into some G-string, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground floor in silence and strolled out of the construction. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the impulse to ask. Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her place to know. Unexpectedly, he began some unwarranted chit-chat.

"So where are you living these Day anyway ?"He queried.

"A home a distich of suburbs over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her mind to the East indicating a slightly overnice area of the greater metropolitan region. She wasn't sure if she was expected to hold open up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"plowshare house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being voguish with Lester Willis Young citizenry who couldn't really afford to subsist there. portion caparison was commons. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guy cable, and fucking them to live there for free people. She would acknowledge it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty lull on societal lately."Old Hickory commented, admitting he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

"I guess the things I've been meddling with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general counsel of what passed for a commercial message territorial dominion in the area, near to a train station, a supermarket and free-and-easy dining.

"Guess not."capital of Mississippi responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waistline and pulled her stuffy them let his deal rest period on her ass as they sidled past tense a few people trickling along the pavement as they got into a busy area, tardy commuter headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a humble Mediterranean café and Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outside area.

"Fancy some dinner ? I haven't eaten yet."

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based interrogation and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a bottom, tucking the chick of her dress under her as Andrew Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to train their drink orders and provide them some menus to peruse. There was a laconic secrecy while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hand in front man of him while he waited. Tegan set down her card and mirrored his torso linguistic process, though she sat upright wanting to seem alert, while Old Hickory was more hump forward as if expectant.

"It's hard to believe I'm sitting here with you."Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Helen Hunt Jackson still had feelings for her - notion she didn't intent to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a test of her emotional resolve. It would give birth been easier if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, Master. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to throw in some formality. She had given him the basic nub during their textual matter school term - she had to make out this challenge, and it had to be with a former buff. She had left out the take luck of how the challenge came about, which was easily given how a great deal she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of semen on her. He didn't know about the extent of the visitation, or exactly how many men there were, item she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drinks and they seized the moment to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her tonic to buy a second while she composed her thought, hoping he wouldn't insistence her for Sir Thomas More details.

"If but my booster could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their previous disagreements.

"Isn't that what the TV is for ?"Tegan chided him dismissively.

"I mean in person."Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to deny it.

"What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway ?"Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Thomas Jonathan Jackson's dead body spoken communication."Was it about your Quaker seeing what you got to give birth, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Helen Hunt Jackson said, taking a sip of his crapulence."The melodic theme just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with other guys."

"So there was no real thought process behind it ? Or is this like, a wander thing ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do stuff - but not to humiliate you. I wanted you to be into it."

"What if your buddies had gotten handsy ? Gotten more than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said thoughtfully.

"Well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next whole tone ? Was I going to twine up letting your Quaker contact me ? Even make love me, as things got out of control condition ?"Tegan picked up her colon and took a long sip, adding a suspension to give Jesse Jackson an chance to think."Would you have let that happen ?"

"No."Stonewall Jackson said, but Tegan wasn't sure he was being truthful.

"Why not ?"She countered.

"Because you were my girl. I didn't really want them to have a patch of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to cede that he was probably telling the truth about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point in time of frustration, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been willing to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their photographic plate - Jackson had ordered some lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetables. The waitress seemed to break up up on the ineptness of the silence that had fallen between them.

"Is everything uh… ok here ?"She asked, taking her notepad out of her pocket distractedly.

"Can I get another diet coke, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a bright smile.

"Nothing for me."Jackson said distractedly.

"Sure."She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her fingers delicately biting into one.

"Mm, aught pulsation fresh."Tegan said, then directed her aid back to Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"mustiness be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Thomas Jackson speared one of his kofta with his ramification and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a snack as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to have rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to necessitate your free energy. ”