Jackson stepped into the hallway, swiftly ducked and placing a hand under her knees he lifted her into the air. “Please. Indian sex I must resist. He raised a finger and spun it in the air, silently telling her to turn around. His other arm coming under her back to support her. Now she wanted it to be as much as possible rather than as little. Beth had managed that with her husband for years, so why not Jackson? She assumed that position and waited patiently for Jackson to put a condom on. Jackson chuckled when after a few moments she realised it was futile and lay still. “What the hell are you doing here anyway?” she cried, realising she had missed the obvious. And then the doorbell rang. “And then there is these nonsense about I can’t come to your house or you will only screw me at the prison.” He growled.
