I must admit that Pamela could get things done, and as we were down tothe last two months when we needed to start testing, it looked like shehad won h...r bet.Except for one small detail. I was unable to link the New York LANswith the San Francisco LANs in a wide area network (WAN). And I hadmade the fatal mistake of not keeping Pamela apprised of this.I was working late one Tuesday in the computer room on this, when Iheard someone working the computer room combination lock. In stormedPamela. I was dressed in askin-tight dress that ended mid-thigh. Purple satin with three bigruffles circling my thighs. White patterned stocking, matching purpleankle boots. My hair was heavily permed and pulled up to the top of myhead. A stiff purple scarf, spotted with big white polka dots, tied offmy hair with trailing streamers, kinky chocolate brown hair bouncing.Four big hoops in each earlobe, lots of necklaces, wrist bangles, rings -all in cheap white plastic. The noise was incredible. I. She was thrilled to watch first time a real dick. She told its a very thick cock. I was really happy to hear that from her. She then kept her hands on my dick. I felt a jolt in my body upon the touch of her soft hands and fingers. I was sitting on couch and she was sitting on floor and touching my dick. She then started to move her hand up and down slowly and started giving me a wonderful handjob. She then kissed the tip of my cock and started to lick the head of cock like a lollipop. I brought. Different. He didn't want her to be hurt by his changes, they had both agreed. Agreed over and over, but now that it was happening it felt like it was all too much.“Does... Does it hurt?” Emily choked out.“No... Well... Not too much,” Stan tried to answer as calmly as he could under the circumstances as Emily’s hand traced its way across his stomach. He still held the towel against his crotch, hiding his manhood from her as best he could.“Your beautiful face, its…” Emily couldn't finish as she.