Over that summer, he had put Jackson to work for him and it really made a difference. When he came back to school at the beginning of eleventh grade, ...well, he was hot. Thick black hair, broad shoulders, tan, and tall. He wasn’t from the richest family, but then again, neither was I. It was only natural that I would be immediately attracted to this formerly chubby hunk. But sometime during the end of the last year, he had stopped asking me out. I still don’t know if he was just tired of getting. I recruited their leader, knowing I could enthrall him to prevent him trying to hurt us; a little bit of adjustment, and everyone's complaints stopped. The elf was gorgeous, sinfully seductive, and I knew I'd be unable to resist seeing if he was as good as he claimed. The only manipulation required would be convincing him to keep it secret.The first night after, in camp, I adjusted the rest of the group to not notice, and I crawled into Zevran's tent, surprising him. I didn't even need to ask. With my free hand, I reached down under my skirt and started rubbing myself. I looked up at him and it seemed like he was really enjoying it. His bare chest moved up and down and from time to time I could see him flinch. I pictured myself getting up, removing my panties and sitting down on his thick, hard cock. Should I do it? What if he stops and pushes me away? I was so caught up in my little fantasy that I didn’t notice how my movements became faster and wilder. His lower body started to. That evening Helmut and I joined Wernher and Walter Dornberger in thelounge to listen to Bruckner's symphony number seven on the radio. Themen all had brandy and cigars while I made do with brandy alone. As witheverything else at Haus Ingeburg it was top notch. Something waspuzzling me, though."How is the radio station even still broadcasting?" I said. "I'm amazedit hasn't been overrun by Allied forces." Be thankful for small mercies," said Wernher.Shortly after 10.25pm, the music was abruptly.