‘Ya think you could kinda hold still for a little while?’ he asked. I noticed that his voice was a little rougher than usual, a little huskier. I ...urned to stare at Jackson in feigned innocence. ‘Why, what’s wrong?’ I asked. Jackson’s face was firm in his resolve not to show any feeling or emotion. His eyebrows were drawn down in concentration. ‘Look, I know you feel what you are doing to me right now. And it’s not right Erin. You’re Frank’s daughter! I can’t have this kind of reaction to you.. His hand slipped in my shorts and grabbed my shaft. He squeezed tightly and started to stroke me up and down. I stopped resisting and grabbed the arm that was stroking me.He stopped, pulled away his hand and pushed me off. He charged out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. “I have to pee.”When he finally came out of the bathroom he said he was tired. So we got in bed, turned the TV on to watch some late night show and before long we drifted off to sleep. Sometime later I woke up to the American. I had to stop the sounds from escaping my mouth, instead swallowing them. I knew my undies were wet, and if he’d kept going I would have cum right there and then. I was more than throbbing now, aching, already imagining the feeling of his rock hard cock sliding its entire way into me. My fingers itched and finally I forced my hand out back to his covered penis and held it as tightly as possible, moving the cotton material of his pants along with my hand. His body, usually tense and rigid, fell. Devon left his friend Gregory and mingled through the crowd of Masters and Slaves. Caitlin followed behind watching every move her Master's feet made. She didn't dare look up and risk meeting the eyes of another patron. A handsome young slave dressed in a black bow tie and cumber bun held out a tray filled with Champaign. Devon slowly reached towards him past the tray and lifted his chin to look at his face. His high cheekbones and full lips gave him a boyish appearance, which matched his.