She couldn't believe that such pleasure exists, and the fact that she was deprived from it made her thankful that she had ended up in the hands of a master, not a mistress. Her mind was a blur as her body wreathed on the bed, her master's ministrations causing her to want more.<br/><br/>Yet fear was still there, she had seen many slaves teased to the verge of explosion and then denied their release. Something inside her did assure her that her own master is not like them. His own words assured her that he was not one of them. Once this fear was erased, her body starting acting of its own accord. Her hips rising to increase the pressure of his palm on her mound, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed his gentle touches.