"Ah ah..." He said in a sing-song tone. "You're supposed to be earning that extra $500, remember? If your a pain, I'll doc you further." He warned as he gently slid in a second finger against the spasming muscle, searching for the spot he knew was there. One probe at that and Chason would probably melt in his hands. "You say what you'd like, but you're the one moaning." He leaned down, lowering himself to Chason's hardened length. Normally he wouldn't lower himself to anyone, but this time, it seemed necessary. His tongue trailed from the base to the tip, teasing Chason as his fingers kept moving, kind enough to do some prepping and stretching. He wondered if Chason had any idea what a service that actually was, considering most in his position wouldn't bother, or rather, would enjoy the pained screams.