For a price

The Book-keeper gestured for Bell to walk around the counter, where the old man was only wearing a white apron. "I have a few new books, but for a price." The old man breathed out, lifting up his apron.

Bell's face heated up, watching the Book-keeper stroking his engorged 12-inch hard cock, with his heavy full balls hanging.

"Hide under the counter, no one will see you. If you let me either take your mouth or your tight rear, I will hand you the new books for free." The old man explained, slowly stroking his cock.

He stood frozen at the Book-keeper's offer; his rear end clenching up at the thought of losing his virginity.