He was anxious about his son, something I could understand considering that the boy was his heir. On top of that he was anxious about dealing with me....To put it bluntly he looked upon me as if I was a barbarian, which I had to admit was the common perception of most locals upon Game World of any outworlder regardless of whether they were good or bad. After all, the networks sent us here to stir things up and make things interesting for their viewers back home and the region of Pan-Asia had seen. .. Very Much."He moved closer to me... not saying a word... just staring into my eyes. My heart began to race, no it was pounding...I bit my bottom lip, as I always do when I'm nervous...This was what I was afraid of. I didn't say anything...I just froze. He moved right up to me. I fell back against the wall being a bit tipsy from the wine and as if to surrender... I felt his hand slide thru the split in my dress and his big strong hand slide up my thigh... oh shit it was happening.He grabbed. With a restrained grunt, Jacob's hand roamed down the blanket, heading southward, towards the nether region.He softly rubbed the clothing compressing his pulsing member, gritting his teeth as he pushed his head back into the pillow."Fuck..." he hissed, breath hitching in his throat as he busily shoved his large, well-shaped hand into the confinement of his restricting pants that were quickly becoming tighter by the minute.His hand grasped the slightly limp length before he delicately began. Not as bad as in the old days, when a perfectly good player might spend five or six years in the minors, working for peanuts, just because the club that had signed him had an even-better player at his position in the majors.All that had drastically changed with the player-friendly rules that had come into existence over the past thirty years or so. Free agency meant that players eventually earned a reasonable chance to sell their services for their real value. And, boy, when folks had found out.