When she glanced up at Jackson the lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a moment to lewdly waggle the tip of her tongue against ...his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to take her time and make it last, in no hurry to get him to finish and for his part, Jackson seemed to be so preoccupied with filming her at work 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. " What about how to deal with loss?" Sophie asked, and watched as his face clouded over, slightly."How is anyone taught to deal with loss? You face it, like anything else, and you find a way to carry on, or you don't." And this is your way?" So far." Don't you want anything more than this?" Sophie stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the fort. "What do you want to do?" Nothing." He looked up. "I don't really want anything, I just get on and do it." Easier not to look forward in case. As the first load started to erupt over her hand, she leant over and placed her mouth directly round my shaft, closing her soft lips and began sucking, drawing more and more of my juice from deep inside my scrotum. Whoosh, another load of cum jetted to the back of her throat, I felt it constrict as she swallowed, another load erupted as she increased her sucking.Gulping, slurping and breathing in gasps, she drank, or ate, my load of jizz, none of it escaping from that little mouth until I had. " OK," was all she said."Is there anything else we need to discuss?" I askedShe was silent for very long, then drew breath. "How is..." she started, but trailed off again."Yes?" I encouraged."Oh, nothing," she said. "Thank you for calling Mr. Smith. Goodbye." Goodbye Mrs. Jones," I replied gently and the line went dead.The first crack in the defense. Small, but hopefully significant.While burning a CD with the recording, I typed two simple consent forms and a covering letter. It was friendly.