The beautiful middle-aged American lady was laying naked, face-down, on the massage-bed of an average "beauty parlor" in Shanghai. The room was small but warm and cozy enough. There were also two bamboo armchairs and two nightstands, in total, distributed on either side of the bed. The dimmed lights, soft Chinese music and the embroidered claret tapestries, conveyed an atmosphere of total mystery and relaxation. Transparent veils of all colors, made of muslin, covered different angles of the walls and roof, while two joss sticks were filling the room with their heavy heady perfume. A "sinister" observer would definitely distinguish the musky odor of burning opium, coming out from an unspecified source, without much trouble.
Lin entered the room, closed the door and left the aromatic massage-oil on the left nightstand. She was no more than 20 years old, 5'5" tall and about 89 pounds. Her magnificent ebony silky hair was caught in two waist-long pigtails and her ultra-slanted almond shaped black eyes were sparkling like electric charged nebulas. The shape of her face was oval, with prominent cheekbones, and a pair of luscious thin dark red lips framed her small mouth. She had very small tits-they would barely fill an A cup bra-with tiny black nipples, which stuck out like needles. Her legs were long, but very skinny, and her mound was covered by a very thin layer of soft black hair trimmed in a cute "I" shape.
Lin's outfit comprised: a white blouson with short sleeves, which had zipper-it was drawn one inch above her navel, exposing her naked breasts-instead of buttons; a white mini skirt, edged with a thin light blue strap, which barely covered the ends of her buttocks; a tight black g-string, one size smaller than the proper one; and a pair of white stiletto heels, so high that her soles formed a 60 degrees angle with the floor.
After leaving the oil on the left night-stand, Lin bent over in order to draw a clean white towel from the drawer. Suddenly, she felt an aggressive hand catching her bum. She froze there and waited obediently. The hand sneaked under her mini skirt, stroked her skinny asscheeks a few times and then started to squeeze and knead each one as if it was testing their smoothness and flexibility. Then a finger hooked the string, which was buried between her buttocks, and pulled it back. Lin spread her legs more as she felt the fabric of her g-string getting lost inside her slit.
The hand played with her string, by pulling hard and letting go, for some time and then, having been obviously satisfied enough, returned to its base. Lin resumed her previous movement and covered lady's naked butt with a white towel. She poured oil on her hands and rubbed them together.
Lin started to massage the shoulders, delicately, working slowly her way down to the waist. Her hands were flying over lady's spine and ribs like butterfly wings, covering every sensitive spot and always applying the right pressure. The lady, with closed eyes and having her right cheek rested on the pillow, was smiling and shivering in anticipation of furthermore pleasurable moments.
Lin massaged the soft soles using her thumbs and continued rubbing the shapely calves with both hands. She formed a "W" shape with thumbs and palms and focused on sliding her joint hands, back and forth, along lady's firm left thigh. The lady let out a prolonged series of soft moans as she was getting extremely turned on by the continuous rubbing of her sensitive flesh. Lin was treating the right thigh the same way when, suddenly, the lady tossed away the towel, totally exposing her naked milky butt, and spread her legs more.
The lady's beautiful asscheeks were trembling like leaves in the wind and Lin couldn't resist the temptation to fondle and caress them. She started oiling and rubbing those marvelous warm orbs by moving her palms in slow lingering circles, thrilling and soothing at the same time, the throbbing aroused flesh. The lady was getting extremely excited and a small round stain had already taken shape on the white sheet just underneath her glistening slit. Lin was kneading softly the aristocratic white skin, making sure not to leave any distinct marks on. She parted lady's voluptuous slippery cheeks and proceeded in oiling the little dark backdoor. The tip of her right index finger brushed lady's anal track and then outlined the gapping hole.
The lady sighed and turned over. She crossed her hands behind her head, protruding her swollen pink nipples, bent her knees and spread her legs apart, assuming a more comfortable stance. Lin rested her upper body on the edge of the bed and positioned her head between lady's legs. She embraced lady's thighs and put her tongue on the hairy puffy pussylips. While she was lapping on those soft and wet folds, her mind drifted back...
Lin was born in an anonymous small village 160 miles due north of Shanghai. The village consisted of a few hundred families and was surrounded by flooded rice fields. Straw-huts, a small number of cattle and tons of pasty disgusting mud, were the only things the eye could see. We don't forget of course the wretched army of poor-dressed peasants who used to wake up before sunrise and work in the fields from down till dusk. That was exactly the daily life of her parents and the rest of the families: hard exhausting work, to the point of collapse, unbearable poverty and immense mental and physical pain.
When she was 18 years old, the only thing that had managed to alleviate, somehow, the burden of her everyday life, although for a small period, had been "Blackie"-a little black white kitten with a brushy little tail which used to curl up and sleep in her arms. Blackie always followed her wherever she went; she would always pick it up, put it on her chest and spend hours fondling its soft silky fur. Never before had anyone seen such strong bond between a human and an animal. Alas, the food had never been enough for anyone in the village and the poor kitten died of hunger, even though Lin had done everything humanly possible in order to save its life. (How on earth, can a carnivore survive, if it eats only boiled rice? Omnipotent God, please have mercy on its innocent soul, for it never hurt anyone and gave away so much love).She had been crying so desperately and for so long that her parents, feeling devastated and guilty at the same time, took a decision that changed her entire life.