She's defiant (at first)

“Mr. Patterson!” Her confusion turns quickly to anger and contempt. “Why would I do that? I appreciate everything you've done for me. I do, but that doesn't make me your personal whore.” I pretty much expected this kind of reaction. Riya is, after all, a proper young woman brought up with all the advantages that money and power can bring in an old-world country like India. Sure, poor village girls might be used like that by older men, but not young women like her.

“No, not that alone,” I agree with the shocked young woman, “but there are some extra factors that I think you should consider. I'd hate to see your family's troubles back in India get even worse than it is now.” I smile as her defiance starts to waiver.

“What do you mean?”

A few minutes later she's seen a clip of the recorded masturbation session showing her clearly recognizable face contorting in an eyerolling orgasm. When I ask her what the local tabloids back home would do with pictures like those, I know I have her.

“I'd hate to have your mother see these pictures printed side-by-side with those of your father and his pretty young mistress ...” I feel a little bad about taking advantage of this poor young woman whose life is falling apart, but at the same time I'm looking forward to having a sex-**** to use whenever and however I like. “I doubt it will help your father's legal situation much either. It's a distraction that your family just doesn't need.”

“Please, Mr. Patterson! You can't do that.” Riya's face is twisted in distress and defeat.

“I won't, Honey.” I change my tone back to the kindly old man that she first met. “I'm happy to help you out until you get your finances straightened out, but only if you help me out with my needs.”

“You're a terrible man, Mr. Patterson.” The words come out in a broken whisper.

“I am.” I admit with a shrug, “And I think we both know what wicked old men like me do to innocent young women like you who fall into their clutches.” I love the way her teary almond-shaped eyes widen before they drop submissively and her slender shoulders slump.

“I'll do it.” The words come out softly but clearly. “I think you're contemptable, Sir, but I have ****. You've seen to that, haven't you?” I smile easily and gently push down on her shoulders. I had role-played these types of power games with Alison, but this is the first time I've used this kind of blatant **** for real. I really am a terrible person, but I think I'm going to like this turn in my life.

Riya slips slowly to her knees and looks up at me from below. “Don't expect too much Sir. I've only done this one other time ... I might not even be any good.” I have to admit I'm a little disappointed to hear that mine won't be the first cock in her mouth, but even so, I know I'm going to like showing her how to please a man with her pretty little mouth. Afterall, practice makes perfect, and I plan to give my new little slut a lot of practice.

At the moment though I am as excited by the fact that I have this proper young exchange student reluctantly pleasuring me because she has no other choice than any expectation of skill or eagerness on her part.