Chapter Three
Ms Rin Hasekura was dreaming.......
“Strip, you worthless English dog,” she told him.
They were in the basement of her Kyoto home, and she indicated a section of white plastered wall to which was attached what looked to him like leg irons.
It was the first time he had been naked in her presence, and she allowed hungry eyes to roam over him, drinking in the still lean body and the chest hair of the middle-aged man women of her race found so erotic on gaijins of European descent. She flicked a glance at what she had to admit by the standards of her countrymen was a larger than average c**k and ball sac then stepped towards him and cupped his scrotum in her hand. The smile twisting her features when he winced was not pleasant and did not bode well for what he was about to re
