You pick a sexy little black dress with small heals. The dress shows off my shoulders and back. You tell me you want to show me off and that we are ...oing to pick a couple that we like and flirt with them. We have a drink before we head out. When we arrive, the club is somewhat packed. We walk around the bar and you choose a seat next to a cute brunette and her handsome guy friend. You guide me to the seat next to hers. As I sit down, I kind of bump her in the side. I turn and apologize. ..and that her commands were obeyed by a male dog especially delighted her.Brianna had several compulsions...one of them being smoking; by the age of 12, she was a chainsmoker. She had started by stealing her mom's Virginia Slims Menthols and once she was hooked, simply told her mother she now smoked and because she was a persuasive girl, her parents allowed her to smoke.Brianna was a bold person and, as children under the age of 18 could not buy cigarettes, legally, by the time she reached the. My mom would call him a sicko, and take me away, his reputation would be destroyed. It wasn't worth the risk. I informed him after school one day when we were alone. He just smiled and said he understood. He didn't force the issue. I was relieved but also a little disappointed. I figured he would insist.Weeks went by and I didn't get any pressure. I actually started to get annoyed. Why didn't he want me? I started trying to tempt him. I started wearing increasingly sluttish things around the. Teased me. I groaned, trembling on the bed as this wild delight surged through me. My left hand shot down my shaft and found the wet lips of my pussy. I stroked feverish flesh as I imagined Mom eating me out.Her tongue fluttered up and down me, mimicking where my fingers touched me. I couldn't rub my clit any longer, but I could stroke my labia. My cock throbbed in my hand, the two different naughty sensations building and building in my depths.I brushed my hymen, imagining my mom's tongue.