The Chinaman, ironically, wasn’t Chinese at all. Or even Asian. He was probably the whitest old man I’d ever seen. He’d been a missionary in Chi...a when he was a very young man, and now, as a very old man, he was still remembered for that. Of course the missionary aspect was long gone. He was a fixer, a fence, and a broker of information.It was mid-morning by the time I’d gotten down to his antiquities shop on the edge of the Dog Run. It was perfect for him. Low traffic, easy to launder money.He. ‘We’re doing this. I know you want me.’ She was determined and didn’t look like she was going to budge. He could easily push her aside, except that he really didn’t want too. She was right, he did want her. It wasn’t like he could hide it. His hard on was plain as day. It strained his pants, trying to get to the haven that was her body. The way she was dressed, the fact that they were standing not two feet away from her bed, and the ambiance she created to seduce him was a temptation he found. I decided to torture her further by pressing my thumb halfway into her ass. She moaned and whimpered, offering a blowjob in exchange for me leaving her asshole alone. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. Then I pressed it against her butt. She struggled and begged some more. Having no intention to penetrate her ass but enjoying her adorable conflicted look when she was turned on and afraid simultaneously, I made to press my cock head into her butt. She gave up on the pleas and replaced. The pleading look in Emma’s eyes was answer enough. She took the younger girl’s hand and led her through the cheering male audience.They fought their way through to the toilets. Once inside, Jenny pushed open a cubicle door, forcing Emma in before locking it. Jenny collapsed onto the seat, hoisting up her skirt before pulling Emma down so she was sitting astride her. Their mouths met, a kiss that was not at all soft and tender, but urgent and passionate. Their tongues touched and Emma bristled.