As soon as Wang Jian entered Xiao Ling's room, he gave her a wicked grin that made her feel uneasy.
"Come here, my little maid," he ordered in a husky voice. "I want you to give me a special massage tonight."
Xiao Ling's heart raced as she saw the lust in his eyes. She knew that this would not be an ordinary massage.
Without saying anything, Wang Jian lay down on the bed, and with a devious smirk, he instructed her to use her breasts for the massage.
Xiao Ling felt humiliated, but she dared not refuse.
With trembling hands, she sat next to Wang Jian and leaned over to massage his back with her ample bosom.
As she did so, she could feel his breath on her neck and his hands wandering over her body.
Wang Jian let out a low moan of pleasure as Xiao Ling's breasts kneaded his tense muscles. "That's it, my little maid," he said, "You're doing a good job."