The apartment was lit by candles, which cast a amber simmering glow against the walls. The massage oil was warm and the crisp white sheets were turned... down. This was her treat, her surprise. Hannah had to work a long day but I hoped this would make up for it. I was going to be her masseur, dressed in just a towel wrapped around my waist. I poured us two glasses of cabernet, waiting for her return. Hannah opened the door and stopped in her tracks. She smiled as she saw the candles and smelled. I felt like I was tumbling in free fall. My ass burned, and tears poured from my eyes. My cock throbbed, with an orgasm hanging dangerously, deliciously close. I burned for that release. I did not dare let it happen. "Mine!" she cried out again as she dropped to her knees. She painfully pulled my cock back between my legs, and hungrily licked the pre-cum from the head. I pressed up onto my toes to get free of the pain, free of the pleasure. I knew she would punish me for my struggle. I dreaded. ‘And given that there are three major universities in the city, I suppose that most of the bikini babes are university students, right?’ ‘Right. There might be a few high school students, but I know that the owner only hires someone who can prove she’s a legal adult. But just as importantly, though, is the major grilling they get during the interview process. A friend’s daughter interviewed to be a Bikini Waxer, and she got turned down because she couldn’t properly identify enough cars on. I am in complete heaven between her riding my cock like a champ and the pain from the scratching.After a few more orgasms from her I cannot hold on any longer. As I feel those juices run down me and those double d tits bouncing in front of me."Fuck I'm gonna cum." I say in complete pleasure.Then with just damn good timing she pulls off as its coming up and I just let out the largest burst of pleasure I have ever had.Both extremely exhausted from about the 2 hours of sex, and pleasure she falls.