The pleasure intensified. I could hardly moan; I was out of breath as Bryan was thrusting harder and faster."Oh, fuck!" I screamed when I was able to ...ake a puff of air. I could feel that Bryan was becoming rougher at each moan and scream, yet with gentleness.He pulled his penis out and said, "Let's go over there, handsome," looking at a wooden desktop opposite the bed. I stood up without hesitating, grabbed his hand, and went next to the desk. I was not sure what he wanted to do, but I did not. Then he looks at me and gives a wicked smile. He then sits on the couch looking at me and rubbing his cock over his pants. Mom comes back with cup off coffee and I say bye to uncle Sam and run upstairs to my room.A couple of weeks passed by and Uncle Sam wasn’t around. He was out of town.Then one weekend my Mom and Sister decide to visit my father in the city. I was excited as I could get a lot time to try some sexy clothes which I couldn’t earlier.After they left, I decide that I’ll dress up.. “For what?!!”“I’m going to give you a spanking for your disobedience,” he said matter-of-factly.“I am NOT bending over your desk!” I yelled.“Would you rather be over my knee?” He asked sarcastically.“No!”“Look, I’m give you a choice. Make a choice or I will make one for you.”“You are a sick fucking bastard!”“And you will be thinking that every time you try to sit down.”I figured there was no way out of this one and I might as well make a choice. The quicker I chose, the quicker it would be over. ”“I dunno, she looks kind of multi-orgasmic.”“With you, yeah, but not that corn-fed loser. Gawd, women sure seem to like boring guys.”I looked at her in puzzlement, but decided to take her as she was and even enjoyed the rest of the movie, now that vigorous sex had worn out my critical faculties.We walked slowly to my apartment and she said, “While you cook, I’ll choose music.”“What do you feel like? Mendelssohn?”She smiled, “Not tonight. Where’s your jazz?”“Most of it’s over there on that.