She knew that first and foremost. It did not matter. If she got it from him. Great. If she got sex elsewhere that would be great too. But he was there...with her so why not him? “Want to have sex now?” she asked. “I’ll suck this a little first,” as she reached down and took hold of his cock in her hand. “Really, you’ll get down on your knees and suck on my cock?” he said. “Uhhhhhh sure,” she replied. “I won’t mind.” She smiled as she looked into his eyes. “I haven’t done it in soooo darn long.”. Bobby wondered what she had planned? Surely she couldn't be planning on jerking him off in there? His dick lurched at the thought all the same. They finally made it to the safety of the changing room and Alison shut the door behind them."My god Bobby, are you trying to get us arrested! Why didn't you tell me?" Err, sorry. I didn't know quite how to put it. What are we doing in here?" Trying to figure out a way to get you out of here without the police being called." She looked down at the front. She felt guilt, knowing that she could’ve been a better mother and not constantly travel for photoshoots.Janet kept telling her to talk to Alex, tell him what she wants. Jennifer finally took the advice.“Can I come in?” Jennifer knocked on his door.“Sure,” Alex opened it.“Hey.”“Hey.”“Listen, I was thinking instead of me or us spending time with Janet and Mason tonight, you and I could just hang out together.”“What for?”“Well, I’d like to talk about – ”“Ugh,” Alex shook his head.“No. Not about. There are certain questions I would have asked before admitting where I was from, questions that would allow me to know the type of person I was dealing with – their religious and political philosophies. I was an unmarried Iranian woman, out late at night, wearing no hijab or other clothing to protect my modesty. An Islamic hardliner would certainly take offence and look down upon me. Plus, the connection between Jackson and I had most certainly made it seem as if we were intimate with each.