" Did you go out with him, Aunt Jeannie?" I wanted to... ," she replied, her voice catching. Since it was dark, I had to wonder—could she be crying..... "Did he ask you... ?" I asked, with a young boy's naivety."Yes... , he asked me—and I really wanted to go out with him—but Pop said no."Pop knew Keith was also interested in me. His family has money and that huge farm which he's supposed to inherit. Pop was just trying to look out for me... I guess."I couldn't see her in the darkness, but I could. "You will find that my clients are the most wealthy and powerfulpeople on earth. They will be discreet, and generous, and they, I amcertain, will be very fond of you."I suddenly plopped back in the chair. "And for how long am I to be inservice to you, Zhang?"Zhang looked at me, smiled, and speculated, "well, I've never had a girlexactly like you, but my guess is that you will be free clear of all debtto me in less than six months. That may seem like a long time, but itwill go by quickly. . "Stay in the car," she said getting out. I was really freaking out and watched as momma went to the men talking. We were the only white people there and the few people I could see were staring at us. After a couple of minutes momma came back to the car with a smile. "Come 'ere, I want you to meet someone," she said opening my door. I got out, smoothing my skintight skirt down in the process.She walked behind me with both hands on my shoulders to set my pace. All around me I could see people on. Kind of like being tickled until it hurts. I asked if we could just stop for a moment while I got used to it. Like the gentleman he was, he assured me he would go at my pace. We sat like that for what seemed like half an hour but was probably more like 2 minutes I felt myself now squeezing my own bum, lifting myself to up and down on him. Slow gentle rocking that were easier to tolerate than his deep thrusting. I felt much more relaxed this way and it didn't hurt as much. His cock was inside.