Lindiwe was a busy woman. She might have to provide services to as many as a dozen clients in a single day. Fortunately, not all clients were as deman...ing as Sir Eric. Many simply required oral or manual relief. Although these services weren't especially enjoyable for Lindiwe, she could generally complete the job within a quarter of an hour. As a general rule Lindiwe preferred repeat custom. This wasn't because her existing clients were in any way better than the rest of humanity, but because. After a few moments your hand slowly released its grip. I may have whimpered.“Don’t move.”You rolled away, but not off the bed. My eyes remained closed, as directed.I felt you move lower on the bed, then your hands gently push my legs apart. No protesting from me.Your right hand pulled my cock up, stroked a couple times then stopped. There was a faint click before I felt the unmistakable cool, viscous drizzle of our favorite lubricant begin coating me.I smiled.But not one hand touched me. Two. I am holding him against my tits and loving it. He stops and lifts his head to mine and pulls my shirt down. I finally open my eyes. He smiles at me and kisses me on my lips very softly. "Your body is so beautiful." He say and kisses me again and this time I kiss him back. I am still catching my breath and he smiles and pulls me close against him. "That is only something I am allowed to do to you." He says softly to me. "I am your Uncle and those tiny tits are only for me and you to. By the time the evening is over we will be beginners, if we have the good fortune of doing this again we may become experts although I am not sure about that. Your hand has now expanded the front of my pants disappearing into my underwear you mumble into my ear about the heat it is generating. As you trace the length of it your tone signals fear at it’s size. I am flattered over the compliment, only anxious that you may actually change your mind. But I should not fear, now pulling me downward.