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When she went closer, she noticed he was already naked and sporting an erection. As she stepped up to him however, the his organ fell in size in hardly a moment and he looked up.

He nodded at her and it conveyed a greeting and a command. A command to begin her session.

In one deft twist of her shoulders, she dropped the straps of her dress to her waist and shimmied herself out of it to reveal a simple set of lingerie on her. If it were a different man, she would have spent more time, exaggerate the twist of her hips a lot more, to allow him to enjoy her visually. She would have worn more elaborate lingerie, and focused more on her art of the striptease . Men are normally very visual creatures, and these would have helped get them towards ejaculation faster. This was Lao Zi, however, and she knew that these additional movements were wasted on him.

She started with her usual massage, starting with his shoulders and his back, then moving to his neck and face. She fell into a rhythm, barely aware of what she was doing. At a subconscious level it felt like she was balancing cups of water. Tightness here if she pushed it away became more relaxed but form a tightness at another spot. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware of her goal, of sending everything to his balls and then releasing it.

It was going well. She felt his tense muscles relax. She felt something else too. As with most clients, she could sense each man’'s preference. But this time, she felt something stronger. It was almost as if there were a third entity present there with Lao Zi and her. She could get a sense of a woman who was strong, and brimming with sexual power. As she felt Lao Zi getting aroused, his body smelled of his own musky sweet fragrance, but Clara got an additional hint of jasmine flowers too.

Taking the rise in his breathing rhythm as a sign of moving to the next stage, she went down on the floor on all fours, with her hips up high, knowing that the soft sunlight accentuated the curves of her round buttocks, and that it made her glow a warm translucent pink. With one quick flick of her fingers, she had removed her bra, and her well endowed C cupped breasts were released from their soft prison. She took one of his palms, and cupped her breast with it.

She went close to his now swollen prick. She was so close to his throbbing member she could smell his musk, and his grey pubic hair was moving to her breath. She toyed with him, and let that moment linger, her lips almost touching the head of his penis, but drew herself to his eye level, feeling his eyes on her naked body.

Clara was aware of a great difference this session compared to all the others they’ve had. More than ever, she felt that her instincts were directing her every move, and that strange third presence was more and more in control. She held his gaze and moved forward. With one hand, she was holding his face, and directing his mouth to her breast, with another, she was placing his hand around her naked hip. It wasn’t a request, it was a command. Like a soldier, he obeyed, and began licking.

(to be continued ...)