I applied the lipstick carefully and smiled at my reflection, taking perverse pleasure in my looks. If I had to do this, I should at least do it well....I took a comb and ran it slowly through my hair. Then I remembered my instructions, slipped the top half of my outfit back on, and went across the hall.The kitchen was unusual. There were stainless-steel countertops and big, industrial-size sinks. It seemed like it was built for a restaurant, or to accomodate large parties. In front of me were. Tears come to my eyes. My hips jerked as I felt a rush of shame since I was reacting to his nasty touch. "You are a nice slut… I bet you have your pretty cunt well moist right now…” He laughed.Pinching and twisting, he eagerly tortured me until he was sure that my nipples were hard and swollen. Then he abruptly stopped doing this. And I also stopped moaning…He jerked me to my feet, pushing me forward until I hit a waist high barrier. He pressed on my shoulders, until I was belly down over that. You were really excited your brother decided to join you on your birthday weekend. It's been a hard year since your parents died and Erik still can't get over the fact that he ended things so poorly with them. You've tried telling him numerous times that he shouldn't beat himself up over a fight, and that of course your parents loved you both, but the grief won't subside.Anyway, it took some convincing, but he finally agreed to join your friends for the getaway. He even offered to buy the beer!. I don't think that I heard a single thing that a teacher said that day. All I could do was daydream about how big Bill's cock would be when hard. I was pretty sure that he was going to let me give him a hand job, but could I be giving my first blowjob just a few hours from then? When the final bell rang I bolted for my bicycle and rode to Bill's house as fast as I could. Bill was already home because he had a car. He smiled when I arrived and we quickly moved to his room. Within a minute I was.