Sing a Song of Love by Sian O'Grady Page A

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all evening activities that involved alcohol.  The last order didn’t go down
well but they did agree to take things easier after I laid out the implications
of cancelling a concert at this late stage.
    We had been getting a lot of good press from our previous
concerts and were now recognised whenever we went out.  It was a hassle.  I
knew that came with the territory but we had been swamped with well-wishers and
people wanting to get the boys autograph on the ferry from Picton to Wellington. 
And there had been no place to escape from it during the journey. 
    Jessie had her own following and even though she dealt with
it professionally I could see she was overwhelmed.  Her fan base was mostly
young males but there had been one older guy that just wouldn’t leave her
alone, that security had eventually removed. 
    The boys having the flu was a relief as it meant I had a
valid excuse to keep them from wandering too far over the next few days. 
Especially Jessie as the episode on the ferry had shaken me even though Jessie
hadn’t read too much in to it.
    I organised hot stone massages for the boys, Jessie and Cam at
the hotel day spa followed by a facial and was amused at Lances total three
sixty on the validity of boys getting massages.
    My schedule was light until Thursday as most of the details
for each concert had already been dealt with.  For me, this was the closest I
had been to a holiday in the last ten years and I was finding the whole slowing
down and smelling the rose’s extremely appealing.  I had a sneaking suspicion
this had a lot to do with Jessie but was becoming a pro at shutting off these
annoying thoughts.
    We had taken to having breakfast brought up by room service
as it meant we could have longer to ourselves.
    “Check out this letter I got in the mail.”  Jessie passed it
to me across the table and looked slightly troubled.
    The letter was from a fan that was having erotic fantasies
about Jessie.  I felt sick to the pit of my stomach that there was someone out
there thinking about my Jessie in that way but I also didn’t want to frighten
her so played down my response.
    “Sounds like a right pervert but I wouldn’t worry too much
as I have never seen a letter acted on.  But I will tighten security and you need
to make sure you are always with someone.”  I waited until she had nodded in
agreement before making a call to the security team to alert them to the
letter.
    Jessie was looking a bit grey and I pulled her onto my knee
and gave her a reassuring hug.
    “I have seen lots of letters like that before but have never
had any trouble so I wouldn’t worry too much.  It’s not pleasant though.  Just
reminds you how many crazies there are out there!” 
    I was trying hard to reassure her and make light of the
situation but when I could see she was still looking shaken I took another
approach.
    Her lips where warm and receptive and I teased her bottom
lip as I had seen her do so many times before when she was nervous.  My hand
involuntarily had already found its way to its usual spot and I could feel her
nipples getting hard under my touch.
    “It will be ok Jessie.  Do you really think I would let
anything happen to you?” 
    “I’m fine Mack though I like this distraction therapy! A
lot!” 
    Jessie obediently put her arms up as I tugged her sweater
over her head and undid the buttons on the flannelette pyjamas that she
favoured. 
    Making love to Jessie was always the best part of my day and
when I saw those full, bouncing tits in front of me, and those hazel eyes
begging, I knew why.  My creamy skinned Madonna was total perfection!  I was
beginning to realise that I would never get tired of this one!
    I lifted her up and turned her around so that she was facing
me with her legs straddled on each side of my waist.  Then I started to pay
homage to her breasts; happily going from one to the other.  My cock was
already hard.  It seemed to always be half awake when