"Let go! Let go, I beg of you!"
"Contrary to what you've shown yourself think, these are not prostitutes," the storekeeper said. "They're displays, here to sell the store's products."
"I'll pay! I'll pay! What do you want me to buy?!!" The girl's hands remained iron steady, but even then Soun's balls was on the border of pain. And as if that threat was not considered threat enough, the dark haired girl had grabbed the back of his neck, as if ready to break it.
"You must understand my situation," the storekeeper said, sounding apologetic. "The problem with stores of this nature is that very few women relative to men can see themselves as customers. It wouldn't ease their discomfort if they came in here and saw men having sex at its most base and cheapest form. ...At least, not until they've had "enlightenment".
"What do you want me to do?! I said I'll pay!"
"I take it a man of your age does not handle money much, and has a woman who takes care of your finances? That is the common Japanese arrangement."
"Yes! I do!"
At hand gesture that Soun did not see, the pigtailed girl went from about to crush his testicles to firmly, expertly caressing them while, at the same time, her inner pussy muscles were now massaging his cock into wonderful, if still sore, stiffness.
"I want you to make a purchase for that woman. You will present her with a Sybian Machine as a show of gratitude of all that she's done." Further fogging his better judgment, the short haired girl was running her soft, warm hands over his bare buttocks. They rubbed closer and closer to her rectum.
Suddenly she thrust an anal vibrator within him. To his surprise, horror and delight, when it was expertly used on the rear of his prostate, his erection was quite soon returned to raging life.
Everything stopped, though, in sexual blackmail, when Soun was handed a phone.
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