Chen looked up, and brushed some of the hair from his face, his shyness showing. Chen was about 5'5 in height and had a slim build, along with slanted...eyes and black hair showing his mixed ancestry. Whether Chen realized it or not; he had the build of a miniature supermodel. The only thing that might cause someone to hesitate hiring him would be his size and his choice in clothing which hid a lot of his body, but obviously not his face which any woman would to look at. Chen's brown eyes. So to reassure him, I walk over to him as she walks out the door and closes it and I kiss him passionately. I feel happy when I get a response from him and he kisses me back. We stop kissing and then he looks at me and says “I really should go, I need to get home….This has been great though, I will never forget it.”He smiles at me and I smile back. As he gathers his clothes and dresses. I pick up the toys and put them back in the bag. He walks behind me then moves his hand around me and then I. ...suck that cock"Replacing sarah's hand holding the thick shaft, feeling her hand move down to grope his balls, her long nails teasing the grey haired sack. I can hear them above kissing, every time I go over a certain area flicking my tongue back and forth rapidly I hear a muffled groan from the old man. I can feel him getting bigger, stiffer, it seems to fill my mouth. Gently wanking him the girth and weighty feel of it arousing my curiosity, anticipation reigns supreme, what will it feel. . which made the pleasure all the more intense.I had already experienced pain at the hands of Renaud – in the upstairs bar when he pinched my nipples to make me scream – but at that point I had not associated pain with pleasure. I endured the pain simply to please Him – the nipple squeeze was pain ... the anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave. As a naive young girl, I.