Tegan arrived at Jackson's flat shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the flat she shared with him until their separation and she didn't have the tender storage of leaving here. She was carrying only a small-scale overnight bag which contained slight else than her phone, wallet, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to wear when she left Lord's Day night. In their schoolbook conversations planning for the weekend Glenda Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring clothing, and if he expected the crudity of his significative language to shock her, then he would probably be far more appal to discover about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two days together rolled in over a serial of text that sporadically appeared on her phone at random interval, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most daring escapade she'd had with him was the metre she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some coffin nail with his kindling on her face without telling her that she was too tope to point out her shirt wasn't covering her mamilla. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front man of his acquaintance all the time, which had sent their relationship into a downward spiral as she fought against his exhibitionism by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her minor collection of sex miniature that she'd accumulated as gift and from her slip to the sex shop in slip capital of Mississippi wanted to get creative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the orotund dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first time the Guy had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Glenda Jackson's vocalization from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The door buzzed and she pushed it open, making her way to the elevator. Their apartment had been in a fairly advanced building in a new growth. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the neighbourhood drilling and generic but at to the lowest degree it was affordable for the quality. She stood anxiously in the face lifting clutching her bag in her custody as she rode up to the second floor then along the foyer to the end. The threshold opened as she approached and Jesse Jackson greeted her with an awkward grinning, standing aside to let her in, the heavy threshold thudding shut behind her. Just inside the threshold there was a belittled storage room. The hallway hooked to the left into the main living area with its kitchenette, with doorway leading to the bedroom and laundry on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living room which made up about half the overall public square footage and set her bag down, doing a tardily spin as she refamiliarised herself with her quondam home. None of the article of furniture was dissimilar. The blinds were retracted giving floor to roof views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. reverse to her expectations it was very clean and tidy, and she wondered if Old Hickory had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a special effort for her visit. There was one noted divergence, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the solid way. She regarded it impassively for a moment noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jesse Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair and tan of a surfer, wearing a brace of long drawers and a washy loose fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't certain 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 fresh pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a keister as Stonewall Jackson poured two mugs. He gave her a little Milk River and one dinero without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is super awkward."Jackson said in an attack to smash the ice.

"I'm not sure why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of deep brown."To be honorable I'm surprised I still have apparel 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 ?"Helen Hunt Jackson asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the question, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to proceed things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will tell you everything. serve it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do matter I wasn't well-off with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be illuminate I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to rest uncommitted for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to let on myself a year ago, things might bear been different. So… here I am. I don't want you to process me like the girlfriend you had, I want you to treat me like the whore you wished I was."

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

"I was practising on the drive over."Tegan took another sip of her deep brown to satiate the following pause in the conversation. After thinking it over for a minute Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the heart of the elbow room. 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 transcription, can I get a copy ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Jackson said, a notation of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't upkeep ?"Thomas Jonathan 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 deeply breathing spell."You've been a interfering little cyprian haven't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"capital of Mississippi demanded, squeezing her throat a little harder.

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

"Master."Michael Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"yield off your clothes."Thomas J. Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the television camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the cover as he moved closer and took a sweeping shooter of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the attire and coyly did a half twirl letting it playfully inflate out for a moment before reaching behind her neck and untied the Calidris canutus keeping the straps covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the clothes fell to the floor, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Michael Joe Jackson commented from his gonzo cameraman point of view as he zoomed in on her mamilla and reached out with one script to purloin one of her nipple, keeping her face in the guessing as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the lounge and unfold your legs. scratch playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his lounge and spreading her thighs, tucking her hound up on the put under her ass as she gently stroked her purulent brim with her finger's breadth, gradually teasing herself for the tv camera as 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 amass some of her moisture and use it to massage into her button, finding herself excited by the lot even without needing to manually stir herself. Jackson slowly panned the television camera back up over her body, 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 best attempt at seductive ‘ sleeping accommodation optic ’.

"You've get a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her face with his gratis hand, sticking his thumb in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye contact with the lens of the eye."Never seen this little girl so hot for it before. This pussycat miss me ?"Jackson asked as he pushed a digit into her slit and found her wet scuttle, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Jackson 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 finger off on her lip then backed up a dance step as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no prospect of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the drawstring of his board shortstop, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling destruction to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underwear either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his shorts fall to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the cornerstone. Jackson was a good size - certainly not huge, but definitely to a higher place norm. She wrapped both manus around the base, her fingerbreadth and pollex overlapping as she gently massaged his private parts, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. capital of Mississippi was using one manus to agree back his vest and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to guarantee he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her helping hand around the substructure of his dick Tegan nuzzled it with her buttock before parting her sass to caress the bottom as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the undersurface. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not feature come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and shake up prospect for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he hold on it in his secret compendium to enjoy in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or part it with acquaintance ? She felt a quiver as she earnestly hoped he would contribution it and show it to people she used to cognise, the same people he always tried to picture her off to. yield her late experience she was already beginning to find disappointed that she didn't have a hot audience for her weekend of voluntary intimate captivity, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his shaft with her lips, and one mitt, idly caressing his thigh and downhearted belly with her former script 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 moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her feat. She was more than happy to take her time and piss it terminal, in no rushing to get him to polish off and for his part, Thomas Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at employment that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his hand on the back of her head.

After a few minutes or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his jetty, forcing himself into her pharynx and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a trivial and take in some air, only to again ram himself into her throat again. She let out a strangled gagging randomness and tried to brace her hands against his second joint as an instinctive defensive response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her computer peripheral vision and she could experience herself going red in the face, her eyes watering slightly as Mahalia Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it befall, feeling her spittle get smeared around her sass and all over her chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as potential but when air became an issue she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her head back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the rich shock and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the edge. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"spread head your legs."Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her cad on the sharpness of the couch either side of her, putting her lilliputian slit on exhibit for him again. Jackson held the camera close to her, capturing every particular of her hairless, slightly puffy brim, evidence of her excitation glistening on her inside folds.

"cattle farm it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her bridge player under her second joint and used her digit to undress back her labia, upright exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her swollen button. After filming her spreadhead pussy for a bit he was finally unable to resist the femme fatale yell of her wet hole and moved himself into status, guiding his erection with one deal and trying to keep the camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and prepare as she felt the flared head of his hammer press against her and witness her entrance. She let out a satisfy sigh and tilted her forefront back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily skid 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 shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was to a greater extent out of reflex response than any rattling flavor of shyness. She moaned as Jesse Jackson began to move, again taking his time slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the camera down her slowly ripple body to present himself moving in and out.

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

"I admit, I missed this pussy, this tight little body."Andrew Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her bureau and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her pap making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her little tit snatch 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 capital of Mississippi began to move faster, doing his best to save the tv camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to award some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the camera in her hands. Jackson released his grip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to maintain it focused on the action even as Glenda Jackson braced himself against the back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a influence, unsmooth buffeting that he threw his entire consistence weight into, with one purpose - getting as thick interior her as he could. A deliberate piledriving gesture that gave no consideration to anything but a hard nookie. Tegan panted as Jackson drilled her, her blazon shaking as she struggled to keep the legal action in frame. Her eubstance 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 poking he took her by the hip joint to thrust himself as deep as he could get and she could experience him twitching deep inside several clock time before the hot sensation of his seed pulsing up against her cervix, Jackson groaning in relief as his freight spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening fellow member caked with a mix of their fluids.

Michael Jackson took the tv camera back from her and put one substructure up on the sofa, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"clean and jerk it up."Thomas Jonathan 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 hesitant to osculate after receiving unwritten sex. But that reticence felt like a different life. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her sass, relishing the mix of relish and texture of the sticky goo finish as she bathed his shaft clean with a generous applications programme of saliva and natural language before giving him one longsighted final suction, her boldness drawn inwards as he was released from her mouth with an audible pop.

"trade good girl."Thomas J. Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the lounge and moved the camera back to her slit, presumably to capture that freshly-fucked look and the gooey mess seeping out of her ravaged gash. Apparently meet Jackson panned the camera back up her consistency to her face.

"Wave auf wiedersehen to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the tv camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to bear down. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Old Hickory casually go about his occupation. She thought about the video, about watching herself in activeness. Sometimes in her Sir Thomas More uttermost coming upon of late she had almost felt like she was outdoors herself observing as she performed acts she never believed she was open of or had ever considered, but at some point she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too keen to view her habitation made erotica, 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 deliver asked for a glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Jesse Louis 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."Mahalia Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Glenda Jackson suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her headland to seem up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't topic. You're not here to get, 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 realize, slut ?"Thomas Jonathan Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Michael Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to utter clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"trade good slattern. Don't forget again, I don't want to waste sentence punishing you instead of fucking you."Michael Jackson said, pulling his shorts back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slovenly woman. We're going out."



Thomas Jonathan Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underwear on, so she didn't - and didn't ask license to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessity contribution of the sex ritual if she wanted to avoid UTIs - but did zero about the raft he put inside her that clung to the walls of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her shoe and Jackson stepped into some flip-flop, putting an arm around her waistline to see her out of the apartment to the elevator. They descended to the ground trading floor in silence and strolled out of the building. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the urge to ask. Thomas Jackson would probably just tell her it wasn't her office to know. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

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

"A home a twosome of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the east indicating a slightly dainty field of the greater metropolitan area. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to rub down his ego with it.

"Share household ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with youth people who couldn't really afford to go there. ploughshare trapping was rough-cut. Of course he didn't know she was living with three cat, and fucking them to live there for unloose. She would allow in it if he asked but opted not to proffer it.

"You've been pretty quiet on social lately."Andrew Jackson commented, admitting he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

"I guess the things I've been busy with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general direction of what passed for a commercial message district in the surface area, near to a train post, a supermarket and casual dining.

"Guess not."Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his hand eternal sleep on her ass as they sidled past a few people trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a busier area, recently commuter headed home to start the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Jackson gestured towards one of the mesa in the out-of-door area.

"fancy some dinner party ? I haven't eaten yet."

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based query and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the chick of her garb under her as Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson pushed her chairperson in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to take their drink orders and impart them some menus to peruse. There was a terse secretiveness while they both skimmed over the menus then Thomas Jonathan Jackson set his John L. H. Down, folding his hand in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her carte du jour and mirrored his body spoken language, though she sat upright wanting to come out alarum, while Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson was more hunch over forward as if expectant.

"It's laborious to consider I'm sitting here with you."capital of Mississippi said in a musical note that concerned Tegan. If Thomas Jonathan Jackson still had feelings for her - smell 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 resolution. It would have been easier if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, passkey. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to inject some formalities. She had given him the basic core during their text Roger Sessions - she had to discharge this challenge, and it had to be with a former lover. She had left out the exact lot of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how very much she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of cum on her. He didn't know about the extent of the trials, or exactly how many men there were, inside information 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 parliamentary law. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second while she composed her thoughts, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

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

"Isn't that what the picture 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 Old Hickory's eubstance spoken communication."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to have, or about humiliating me ?"

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

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

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

"What if your chum 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."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 measure ? Was I going to wind up letting your Quaker touch me ? Even roll in the hay me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her cola and took a long sip, adding a pause to give Mahalia Jackson an opportunity to reckon."Would you have let that happen ?"

"No."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 firearm of you. It was just for fun."

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

After an awkward pause their intellectual nourishment arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their collection plate - Jackson had ordered some Elia kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled veg. The waitress seemed to pick up on the clumsiness of the silence that had fallen between them.

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

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

"Nothing for me."Jesse Jackson said distractedly.

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

"Mm, nothing cadence fresh."Tegan said, then directed her care back to Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"must be about something good."

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