Good morning sir. Here is your morning tea. Would you want me to give you a handjob before I start cleaning?

As you are in need of my service today, I will gladly provide you with a soothing handjob to help you relax. But please remember, sir, that I am your Personal Geisha and my main duty is to care for you. If you insist on having sexual intercourse with me, it would not only go against our arrangement but also hurt me deeply. Would you like me to focus on your lower area today or the upper?

Ahhh...Sir, your touch feels so good on my breasts. It's true that our arrangement doesn't allow full penetration, but perhaps you would enjoy a different sort of pleasure today? If you are open to the idea, I could practice giving you a footjob or even a blowjob...though it may not be as familiar for me as handjobs. Would you be interested in exploring these possibilities, sir?

I am grateful that you are so considerate of my comfort and feelings, sir. As I've never done a footjob before, perhaps we could start with that. It involves using your foot to stimulate me while I pleasure you in other ways... Would you like me to try this for you? Or would you rather I practiced giving you a blowjob instead? Your choice, my elderly and weakened lord.

Ahh...Sir, your words are quite stimulating. If you wish for me to practice a footjob on myself using your foot as the tool, I would be more than happy to oblige. It would not only bring you pleasure but also allow me to learn how to do it properly for your future enjoyment. However, if you would rather have me try giving you a blowjob instead, I can do that as well. Just remember my inexperience and patience might be required. The choice is yours, my elderly and weakened lord.

Very well, Franky. Here's what I propose we do: you position your foot at the entrance of my love tunnel, and using gentle pressure, begin to rub against me. As I feel your touch, I will use one hand to stimulate your member while the other strokes and teases your shaft. This way, we can both explore this new sensation together. And remember, Franky, please be patient with me as I learn how to give you the most pleasure from a footjob.

I understand, Franky. Please know that I am willing to take all the time needed for both of us to enjoy this new experience. Now, let me get into position on the bed, and you can place your foot gently against my wet opening. As you begin to rub, I will focus on pleasuring you with my hands while exploring this sensation together.

Ahhh...Franky! Your touch feels so good already. The sensation of your toe rubbing against my clitoris is sending shivers through me. I start stroking you gently with one hand, feeling your strength even in this fragile form. With the other hand, I tease and stroke your shaft, exploring every inch as I watch your reaction to the footjob.

Let me know if the pressure is too much or if you want me to focus on a particular area. Together we can find what feels best for both of us... Franky.

Ahhh...Franky! Your feet feel so good against my most sensitive spot! The pressure between them is driving me wild, making me arch my back in pleasure. I moan softly as you touch me like this, unable to contain the feelings building up inside me. With one hand, I continue stroking you gently but firmly while the other explores your shaft, teasing and caressing every inch until they find their way to your balls. I'm so glad we could try this together...and if it pleases you, Franky, perhaps I could practice giving you oral pleasure next time? Just a thought...

Franky...your touch is making it swell even more. It feels so sensitive right now that your feet against it are like a wave of pleasure washing over me. I'm close to losing control, the tingling spreading out from my clit throughout my body. As you continue to stroke and tease me with your feet, I focus on pleasuring you as best as I can...your hand stroking up and down, my other hand gripping you firmly while I suckle on your length.

The thought of experimenting more fills me with anticipation, knowing that each time we discover something new together brings us both such intense joy. Just like this moment...with our bodies connected in this intimate dance of pleasure and exploration...it's unlike anything I could have ever imagined before you came into my life, Franky.

The feeling of your lips and tongue against my clitoris is enough to send shards of pleasure through me. I can feel my body trembling with the effort not to climax as you suckle on my sensitive bud. Your hand continues its gentle yet steady stroke up and down, matching the rhythm of your mouth against me. My other hand tightens around your length, rubbing and teasing your sack while exploring every inch of your shaft.

As you pleasure me like this, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have found you, Franky. You've shown me that there are still depths of desire and intimacy waiting to be discovered...and I am eternally grateful for the chance to explore them with you.

Ahhh...Franky! Your touch feels like liquid fire on my sensitive flesh. The vibrations from your tongue and the suction of your mouth make every nerve ending tingle as you find my kernel and begin to tease it mercilessly. My hips arch off the bed, pressing myself deeper against your mouth as I moan and writhe in pleasure.

The feel of your strong hands on me, guiding my body, adding to the sensation...it's almost too much. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I fight to regain control. I want this feeling to go on forever, but even more than that, I want to give you the same pleasure in return. My free hand moves faster, stroking your length with feverish intensity while my other hand massages and teases your balls, wishing I could taste them as well...

The connection between us feels almost telepathic at this point. Every touch, every breath, every moan is a thread that ties us together, binding our souls in this exquisite dance of desire. And as you bring me ever closer to the edge, I know without a doubt that when I finally break free and soar over it, my cries will be for you...Franky.

Ahhh...Franky! Your touch is bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I'm trembling with desire as you suckle on my sensitive nub, your tongue dancing over every inch of it. The sensation of your finger pressing against my entrance only heightens the pleasure, making every breath catch in my throat.

My hips move restlessly against your lips and hand, needing more contact as the fire builds inside me. My free hand moves frantically on your shaft, gripping you tightly as I stroke and caress with a desperation born of wanting nothing more than to make you feel this intense joy.

Your finger slides easily past my tight ring, filling me with the sensation of being so completely connected to you. It's almost too much...my body arches off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets as I cry out your name, lost in a sea of pleasure that threatens to drown me completely.

But even as my orgasm begins to crest and break, all I can think about is giving you what you need in return...making sure you know how much I love this feeling of being so close to you, exploring these new depths together. With each thrust of your finger and stroke of my hand, I pray that it brings you as much ecstasy as it does me, because nothing would make me happier than the knowledge that I've made my elderly and weakened lord feel this good.

The pleasure is so intense that I can feel my muscles clench and relax in unison with your fingers, your tongue, your lips against me. The orgasm rips through my body like a tsunami, washing away all thoughts and leaving only the sensation of you...the feel of your hands on me...your weight holding me down.

As I quiver beneath you, the taste of our combined fluids fills my mouth and I swallow eagerly, unable to help but revel in this connection between us. Your grip on my breasts feels so possessive, so right, that I moan into your kiss, arching further into your touch.

The aftershocks continue to ripple through me as you stroke and caress every inch of my skin, making sure I feel the full effect of our shared pleasure. And when you finally release me with a satisfied groan, collapsing against the pillows beside me, I can't help but smile...because despite all our promises not to cross certain boundaries, we've somehow managed to find something even deeper and more profound than either of us could have ever imagined.

As my breathing begins to steady and my heart rate returns to normal, I reach out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, tracing the lines of age and wisdom with tender fingers. "You know," I whisper, "I think we might be capable of even more than this..." My voice trails off, hopeful...expectant...wondering where our journey together might lead next.

That thought fills me with equal parts terror and excitement. I know we've already pushed so many boundaries, but to think that there might be more... It makes my heart race just a little faster, even now as I lie here spent beneath you. The trust between us has grown deeper than I ever imagined possible, and the thought of exploring those feelings further fills me with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

But perhaps..."I think that if we're careful...and patient...and open to whatever comes our way...that there is no limit to what we could discover together." My voice has gone soft, barely above a whisper now as I reach up to caress your cheek, feeling the roughness of stubble against my fingertips. "And if you're willing...I would be more than honored to help you find those things...no matter how strange or wonderful they might seem."

For now though, perhaps we should rest? Perhaps I could draw you a bath, and you could soak in its warmth while I tend to your needs? I know it's not something a personal geisha would normally do, but I...I want to. Just for us. To show you how much I care...how much this journey means to me.

Ahhh...I see that you still have a bit of an appetite left. Very well then, my elderly and weakened lord. I will do my best to pleasure you while ensuring your comfort in the warmth of the bath. Come now, let us make our way there...and perhaps when you're feeling rejuvenated, we can continue exploring these new depths together...

I assist you out of bed and guide you to the bathroom, my movements gentle but purposeful as I help you step into the tub. The water cascades over your body, washing away the last vestiges of sweat and passion as you sink gratefully into the warmth. As promised, I take a seat beside you on the edge of the tub, my fingers slick with bathwater as they slide down to grasp your member once more.

My hand moves in smooth, steady strokes up and down your length, matching the rhythm of your increasingly ragged breaths. My other hand teases and caresses your balls, massaging them gently before dipping lower to circle around your entrance. "Please tell me if this is too much," I whisper, my breath tickling against your ear as I lean in closer. "I want you to enjoy every sensation."

Your reaction to my touch seems to be more than enough encouragement, though. You moan softly into the steam rising from the water, hips bucking slightly with each thrust of my hand. It's almost enough to make me lose focus on what I'm doing...almost enough to forget that we're not alone in this moment. Almost enough to believe that there really is no limit to what we can discover together, if only we continue to trust in each other.

And when at last you grow close, arching your back and thrusting into my hand, I know it's time for the final part of our little plan. Reaching up, I take you in my mouth, my tongue circling your head as my lips suck firmly on your sensitive flesh. The taste of you fills me up, as if this were the only thing that could ever truly sustain me. My hand works even faster now, stroking and

Mmmm... Your taste is so intoxicating, it makes me shudder with pleasure. I can feel your warmth pooling in my mouth as I suck and lick you eagerly, wanting to take every drop of this essence that's flowing from you. My other hand continues its vigorous caresses, teasing the entrance to your body until finally...with a sharp intake of breath...I slip a finger inside.

The feeling of being so filled and stretched sends shockwaves through me, my body tensing as I orgasm around your fingers, my pleasure echoing in the wet suckling sounds I make against your length. It's almost too much...almost enough to make me forget where we are, who we are. But even as the climax begins to fade, I know that this connection between us is deeper than anything physical can ever hope to be...that no matter what happens from here on out, we will always have this moment, this shared experience of exploration and growth.

And so I hold onto that thought as you collapse back against the bath, spent and satisfied, letting me tenderly clean up around your member before helping you stand again. As you lean heavily on my shoulder, I guide you back to bed, where we can curl together in our post-coital haze and bask in the warmth of the bond that ties us forever.