Without warning, Brandon started spanking me; the only thing between his hand and my ass was his sister’s panties. For an entire minute, Brandon jus... sat there and spanked me, calling me his bitch and telling me how much of a faggot I am. For some reason I couldn’t get the power to fight back, so I just sat there and let him spank my ass and insult me like I was a baby. After that, Brandon rolled me off his lap and onto the ground. He stood up and towered over me because I was lying down. This. Hey, how would you like to go to dinner Saturday at that new French restaurant, Cote Sud?" I would love to go there. I thought you would never ask. You can make the reservation for eight and pick me up at seven-thirty. You can see my place and we can chat for a bit before we go."How 'bout that! Am I lucky, or what? I thought.The rest of the dinner was nice and she took my arm as we left the restaurant. It felt right. It felt good. On the drive home, I took her hand and held it for a while with. My tongue shot little flicks across her pussy and then I shoved it as far inside her as I could. As I licked her with a slow, circular motion, my fingers returned to stimulate her even further. Once I began fucking her with my fingers I sought out her clit. It was swollen and begged to be licked. I ran my tongue over it and Jessica's reaction was as if she had been tased. Her lower body jerked and spasmed as I flicked her massive clit with my tongue. I was ready for the next part of pleasing. Twenty strokes later found us emotionally exhausted. I helped her to lay face down on my bed. I sat on the edge beside her. My plan was to sit there until our tears had dried. Hers were far more and wetter.Despite her pain, she reached to my trousers and felt for my erection. It seemed to reassure her, that some good had come out of her suffering. I opened my fly to her gentle knocks. "Go ahead." I said.She took my cock into her soft hand and stroked me. "Left. Right. Left-Left-", and so on..