Sugar Daddy Savings
Surrounded by Sword

When I was going to the bathroom, my shoulder was firmly gripped. I glanced at Om Yip's slightly wrinkled finger. I moved my shoulders back and brushed away the rough hand. However, Om Yip who seemed to be unhappy with my attitude instantly tore off the sleeves of the white-colored shirt.

“No need to go to the bathroom. Simply replace here.”

I stared hard and showed an increasingly dislikey face. But this narrow-eyed man actually looks increasingly challenged. He ripped the other arm off.

“Om Yip!” I tried to stop his activity.

Om Yip took a step and stood not far away from me. I turned my face, hated him. Even very hateful! “You want a job, ‘kan?” whisper while sticking his tongue in the ear.

It felt so disgusted when his saliva soaked my earlobe. Yes, I need a job and money. “Satisfy me tonight. Tomorrow you can immediately work at Viharaku!”

The deg!

My heart seems to stop beating hearing his speech. The world collapsed with me buried there. My mind is screwed, for the sake of a job I storm my body.

No, rather sell and become his savings. Not to mention I answered and agreed to the words of Om Yip again he said, “Also, this ...” He threw a brown envelope on the bed. My eyes follow his movements.

“Total ten million. That will be very enough for your mother's medical expenses,” he said.

Om Yip forcibly opened the shirt I was wearing by tearing it in half. My shirt button fell out. Now, only leaving underwear that looks to cover this part of yourself.

His tongue was seen writhing in the area of his lips, caught clearly in my netra he so wanted a young leaf like me. His sharp gaze was like an eagle that did not want to let go of its prey. Should be spent not remaining.

Why not run away or refuse, maybe that's what many people think about this situation. How could and could it be, when this angel-faced but devil-hearted man asked me to serve him.

If I could, I would definitely refuse it outright. But what about the condition of the mother. Not to mention Om Yip asked me to reimburse the hospital fee he had spent for mom.

I've been trying to find everywhere to make money. However, no one believes me who is this unemployed. Although the mind and heart continue to rebel, but circumstances force to accept everything.

Om Yip had threatened to reveal a picture of me without clothes that he had from nowhere. Also, he would tell my mother if I was his mistress, when in reality it was not like that.

This is the first time he has asked me to serve him. This demon man continued to threaten and lure with various luxuries. I finally agreed to my mother's health.

I don't want to be a whore that Om Yip would sell to anyone, be it his friend or another colleague. I asked for a black deal on white. Yes, even if only as a deposit.

We signed each other and headed to the hotel, where I was standing stiff. Slowly I opened the jeans that were attached to my body accompanied by tears.

Om Yip continues to look on without blinking by folding both hands in front of the chest. Then walk up to me who just left wearing ****** *****.

His guerrilla hand spread to my forbidden area. Shocked, my eyes perfectly rounded, clear circles escaped from the middle of the eye peluhan. A moment of closing my net and taking a deep breath. It felt a little sick, as he tried to venture there.

“Akh,” I groaned while thinking what use lingerie he gave this, if I see me half naked is like a hungry lion. Om Yip suddenly became savage and immediately kissed my limbs violently.

Slowly he opened one by one the clothes that are still attached to this body. I was just silently pecking, letting a man of my father's age enjoy every inch of my curve.

As if aware of my groaning earlier, Om Yip immediately stopped his activities. Then stand straight behind me. “Go to the bathroom, wear it. Also, clean yourself up. I want to take you to enjoy the beautiful night with me.”

Hmh! It's disgusting to hear him say that. Without any taste, how can you enjoy the night. Even more so with him, the demon-masked angel.

****

Coming out of the bathroom, my eyes were wide open to see what was in front of me. Also, Om Yip's behavior is beyond reason. Why did he do that, my mind wondered with a heart that had gone out of nowhere.

Yes, almost died when he saw the pool table surrounded by swords that had been stuck there, as well as candles that decorated between the swords.

Swing one step from the bathroom door. Om Yip who was aware of my presence smiled and waved to get closer to him who was now in front of the pool table.

I don't know when he's preparing all this. My breath stuck in my esophagus, sometimes thinking that maybe I would die if I rebelled a little.

I'm getting closer to Om Yip. “You are so beautiful wearing that, Shinta,” he said as he rubbed my hair.

I just glanced at it, my chest going up and down like a roller coster playing. “Aiklah,” door. At a time like this, I remember God. The penalty? my inner.

Once above, he asked me to dance. The exotic music he played to add to the atmosphere that I could somehow describe.

“I can't dance, Om.”

“Dance what you can. You will also get used to it and be shrewd,” he said from below while looking up at me with the index finger in front of the lips. For a long time? I thought, meaning there will be more scenes like this?

I shook my hips to the right stiffly. Om Yip laughed at him. Now move to the left, same result. Om Yip joined me.

He took a position behind me by putting his left hand on the stomach and then spread to the thigh. More can be described as he swept this body with his hands. The feathers I sutak dance along with the touch.

My whole body was touched by it. I squirm fretfully. It is normal and normal how I feel. How could the desire in the soul not be stirred up to such a touch.

However, I have no experience with such scenes. Om Yip was seen unbuttoning his long-sleeved blue shirt one by one while continuing to lick my cheeks.

After taking it off, he threw his clothes on the floor. He changed positions, now in front of me. His belt, now he's throwing it down.

Landed her wide, Joker-like lips on mine. There's no way I'm going to refuse, my libido is high now. I returned the kiss, holding my hands around his neck.

Om Yip is getting crazy. I was asked to sleep on a table full of swords. “Om,” I whispered took off for a moment that kiss, “I was afraid of getting burned and getting hit by that sword,”.

Om Yip who was still busy taking off his pants did not flinch. It seemed like these swords and candles were an enhancer of his desires. I've been lying perfectly on the table. It is not uncommon to look left and right scared, my hair or limbs burned.

“Just relax, you won't get hurt because of that sword or candle.” Om Yip pierced my body perfectly.

The struggle between me and Om Yip continued until sweat filled both of us. Om Yip looks so boring. In fact, his breathing was one-on-one. It was so clearly heard in my ear.

“You are no longer a virgin,” he said smiling.

“What is it important now?”

“No. I don't care about that, now that I've been satisfied with your service. Tomorrow at eight, come to Vihara, meet me.”