Mr. Stone looked up at Pam and smiled. "Have you thought about why you are being trained as a maid?" he asked.

"Sir, I think it is to teach me not to think too highly of myself." the girl said haltingly.

"NO. A person can never think too highly of themselves. In fact, when one has a healthy self image and lots of self confidence, they would never consider behaving badly towards another person."

Pam jumped when he said "NO" she realized that she cared what he thought of her. She felt that right now she would be happy just to be his cute little air head if he would just hurry up and take her, ending her suffering by filling her starving pussy. But Pam knew it would not be fair to ask Mr. Stone to settle for second best and make do with an air-head. She knew he deserved everything she could give him, her looks, her body, and her brains. So Pam fought to gain some control over her mind, trying hard to bring all the facts together into one hypothesis, but her body wanted to be fucked so badly that the girl could not think of anything except how to get Mr. Stone's prick deep inside her as quickly as possible.

Finally, Mr. Stone looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asked softly.

"Please Mr. Stone. Please touch me and teach me how it feels to be a woman. Teach me how it feels to be loved by a man." Pam was breathing heavily now, and her body was so ready to be fucked, her wobbly knees would hardly let her stand.

Mr. Stone stood slowly and gently took Pam's arm to support her and keep her from falling. He led her across the room to a large couch that Pam had not noticed. Her mind was so hazy that she felt like she was floating across the floor, held by the strength of Mr. Stone's arms. He laid her on the couch, and then he began to touch her. Pam jumped when his hand first made contact with her breast, and she almost started to protest out of habit, but his touch felt so good to her that soon the girl relaxed and remembered she had asked him to touch her. Pam liked the way he worked on her slowly. He didn't grab at her, he just kept touching her in ways that felt better and better. He seemed to have all the time in the world, and he did not rush. Soon she was squirming on the couch, and begging him to squeeze her tits harder. He always seemed to know exactly what would feel good to her, and when she asked him for something, he gave it to her. He worked her breasts over good, and she started to feel a direct connection from her bursting nipples to her clitoris and vagina. Pam grabbed his head and shoved a nipple into Mr. Stone's mouth. He began to lick it until it was so hard Pam thought it might explode. Then he started sucking on the berry red bud and Pam went crazy from the feel of it. He sucked harder and harder, and Pam tried to cram more and more of her tit into his mouth. She felt hot all over, and she wanted him to take all of her clothes off, but he just kept working on her breasts. She thought she would go crazy if he didn't give her more, but it felt so good all she could do was squirm and moan. Finally, when her tits were so sore she didn't want him to touch them, but it still felt so good, she didn't want him to stop, he began moving his hands down her tummy. He would drag his finger nails over her skin, and make her shiver all over from his touch.

Then he began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Pam nearly wiggled off the couch, the touch of his fingers felt so good there. When he finally started caressing her between her legs Pam did scream. Everything he did seemed to make her hotter than what he had been doing to her before. Each thing he did felt so good, Pam didn't think anything could possibly feel better, but he always seemed to know another, more sensitive place to touch, and when he touched her there, Pam would go wild from the feel of it. He concentrated on each little part of her, so that even though she felt like she was out of her mind from the pleasure he was giving her, she could clearly remember how each thing he did felt, which parts she like touched best, and exactly how each part should be touched. Finally, he began to stroke her clitoris directly. Now Pam understood why he had taken so long getting her ready. She knew she would not have been able to stand it if he had touched her there first. Now Pam felt her hips humping up at his teasing fingers to make the contact with her pleasure bud even harder and more thrilling.

Pam was aware of a new feeling in her throbbing clit, and it drove her to arch her back and thrust her hips harder at the fingers that were at the same time, pleasuring her and tormenting her. Satisfaction, and that mystical thing, orgasm, that she had heard so much about was dancing, just beyond her reach. Mr. Stone was holding back, she knew. Pam just wanted him to slam his rock hard dick into her by this time, but Mr. Stone had not taken off any of his clothes. Pam humped faster then, deciding she just had to get herself off on his fingers. Seconds before she came, Mr. Stone pulled his fingers away quickly.

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