Hand Job

So there I was, standing naked in the room of a Japanese, of whom I knew nothing but the name and who wanted to do the size comparisons with my cock.
It was too late for protests, so I let Ayaka do it.
She looked at my dick with some interest and smiled naughtily.
"Let's see how tall your Europeans really are," she said and began gently caressing the shaft and my balls.
My cock was hard in an instant.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the treatment.
But after a while Ayaka stopped working on my cock.
I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She knelt in front of me and a hand had disappeared under her skirt and between her legs.
She looked up at me.
"Well, I think you can work with this size..."