Pauline

didn't, of course, want to do the things she hinted at, but she continually held it over my head that she had taken me from the workhouse, and if I didn't do her bidding, she would see to it that I was returned there at the earliest possible moment.'

'Well?” I encouraged her, seeing that she hesitated. “What then?'

'It was then she insisted that I play with her breasts.'

'But,” I pointed out, “you told me but a little while ago that you liked doing it. Don't tell me now that you were fibbing me.'

'No, madam, I wasn't telling a lie. It was true that I didn't want to do it at first, but, as I said, she held it over my head, and I was obliged to do it, and-well, I got to like doing it, I guess.'

'Then,” I said, smiling prettily at her, “seeing that she was getting you to go that far, she insisted that you do her other hair. Is that it?'

She nodded, blushing as she did so.

'And you got to the point where you liked that, too?'

Again she nodded. “Yes, ma'am.'

'Very well,” I said, smiling, “forget all about the alleged theft. Personally, I don't believe for a moment that you did anything wrong, and I think it most unkind of her to make you do something you disliked doing. But aren't you just the least bit glad, now?” And I reached out and encircled her waist with my right arm and drew her close.

She smiled then and nodded her head, the index finger of one hand tracing little imaginary figures on my belly.

I had been deeply touched by her story. It was not the first time I had heard of such practices being used when one wished to gain certain ends; but that did not in any way lessen my desire to indulge this girl's arts to the fullest. I said, “Now that you have told me so much, my dear, tell me this: Why did your mistress wish you to kiss and caress her titties? That part of the story interests me.'

'Because she liked it,” answered Gene.

'And how long were you called upon to do this before she wanted you to ‘do her hair,’ as you refer to it?'

'About a week.'

'Did she ever tell you why, or give any excuse as to why she wanted you to do this?” I asked.

Gene nodded, then: “She said her lover complained of her breasts being so small.'

'Oh. So her lover was in the habit of seeing her breasts? Yes?'

'Yes, madam.'

'And did this woman's lover know that you were sucking her titties?'

'Yes, madam, he did. In fact he encouraged it,” came the ready answer. “She gave me to understand that their wedding would be delayed until such time as her breasts were fully developed.'

'And you believed this silly story?” I asked.

'At first I did.'

'And afterward-weren't you glad she taught you such a delightful pastime?” I asked.

She nodded her head again.

'Now about the other hair,” I said. “Isn't it true that you liked doing that, too?'

'I'm afraid I did-though I didn't at first.'

'And what was the reason for her wanting that hair done?” I asked, still holding her close to me.

'She said her lover liked it best when her thing was completely bare.'

'Her thing?” I asked, smiling.

'Her pussy,” came the ready answer.

'And didn't you like her pussy-afterward?” I asked.

Gene nodded, though she blushed this time.

'Was it as pretty as mine?” I asked, nodding toward my own.

'Oh, no!” came the startled answer. “It seemed far bigger, and the hair about it was of a dirty black-not at all like yours!'

'Thank you,” I said, patting her bottom caressingly, “that is quite a compliment, indeed!” A daring plan came into my mind. There was no longer any doubt as to what Gene had been taught by this other woman, so why, I thought, shouldn't I profit by the other's trouble?

I said, “That's a strange coincidence, Gene. It happens that my lover also likes the hair on my pussy well out of the way when he kisses it. Does that shock you so very much?'

Shaking her head slowly, she said, “Why should it shock me? All men-at least I have been given to understand that all men-like to kiss their mistresses… that way.'

'Does your lover?” I asked, increasing the movement of my fingers on the girl's bottom.

'I have never had a lover,” came the ready answer.

'You mean,” I said, somewhat startled, “that you have never allowed a man to diddle you?'

Gene shook her head. “Never,” came the quiet answer.

'Do you mean to tell me,” I said, becoming interested now, “that during all the time you were being called upon to assist your former mistress, her lover didn't try it upon you?'

'Oh, yes, indeed,” came the quick answer. “He offered me fifty marks if I would allow him to do it to me just once, but my mistress discovered it and they had a terrible scene, and she threatened to have nothing further to do with him.'

'But,” I insisted, “you were willing, were you not?'

She smiled and nodded, then: “My mistress seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of it, and…'

'How do you know that?” I interrupted.

'Well,” she went on, “I hope you won't misunderstand, but-well, I heard her groaning one night and thinking she was hurt, I went into a closet adjoining her room, only to find that he was with her-and he wasn't hurting her.'

'And what were they doing?” I asked, slipping one hand beneath her short dress and patting a smooth thigh.

'He was doing it to her. They were on her bed, and-and they were all undressed and he was on top of her.'

'And?” I encouraged, warming to the subject.

'Well, after that I used to watch them every night. Oh, madam!” she went on, seemingly startled at her own confession, “please do not hold it against me, but, well, I just couldn't help watching them!'

'I know you couldn't,” I answered, patting the warm flesh of her bottom, “and I know just how you felt, too. I once watched two lovers and, when I did, the most wonderful sensations swept over me, so I know just what happened to you then, too!'

'What?” came the ready question.

'You wanted a taste of his rammer, didn't you?'

She blushed and nodded.

'I'm glad you admit it, dear,” I said. “Every girl wants a man to slip his cock into her pussy, and you and I are no different than the others; the only difference being that I allow mine to fuck me, and you have yet to do so. But don't worry, dear, you won't have to peep at Paul and me. There is no door on my room, and just to prove that there are no secrets here, I am going to have you serve us breakfast in bed just as soon as he returns. Will that shock you very much, dear?'

She shook her head. “I'd love it!” she said, eagerly.

Gene didn't know it, but her ready answer gave me another thought! It was weird, I'll admit, but my lascivious nature drove me on and on to greater heights! If Gene was so eager to see a man and woman in each other's arms, then I would not only make it possible for her to witness a real love battle, but I would solicit her assistance as well! I would have her in our bed with us!

Wild with desire now as a result of my wicked thoughts, and wishing to bring her under my own powers, I said, “Now that we understand each other, dear, tell me the truth: Didn't your toying with your mistress's pussy give her considerable pleasure? And didn't she cause you to continue until she came?'

Gene blushed deeply, but she nodded her head.