Chan was in her forties probably, but she was well-preserved. She was second generation Chinese-American. She even spoke with a southern drawl. She tr...ed to shoo his sisters out of the room but that wasn’t going to happen, so she shrugged and told Jake to drop trou and take off his shirt. His arm had stopped tingling but his shoulder hurt like hell. When she had him raise his arm, he flinched in pain. The back of his thigh burned but didn’t hurt. Ms. Chan tsk-tsked and pulled out a heating pad.. I didnt. Not because I didnt want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didnt want me to spend any of my money. You have to save it for college, was the mantra I heard every week. Forget the beer. Lets just go for a walk. After working here all fucking day I would rather forget this place instead of the beer. When 11:00pm finally rolled around and we closed. We did our normal closing tasks and when we were done I went into the. I don’t know how much time passed but suddenly I saw her coming out of the passage, radiant in a pink cotton sari and a sleeveless blouse. Her hair was still wet and fell across her back. She looked stunning.As she sat down in front of me, I couldn’t help telling her that she looked beautiful. She just shook her head and brought the hair in front. “Will you not say anything else?’ I gathered courage and said, “You look good.” And I meant it. “Why don’t you put the pallu over your head?” She was. We didn't want to get caught!After a mile or so (seemed like a hundred) there were no cars around us.... she looked at me and then bent over and put her head in my lap. HEAVEN! Immediately I felt her warm mouth sucking my cock down her throat. She was no longer timidly licking or teasing, but passionately sucking and moaning. I was having a hard time driving. She sucked it so good, better than my wife and better than any woman I had had to that point. She really loved it... she was moaning and.