This was a crude brand. Not elaborate at all. It didn't carry my mark. The point was the pain and fear.She had been propped up so that she could watch...what I was doing. She was trembling with fear, but she still hadn't begged.I was between her legs, slowly stroking her clit. At least some of her trembling had to have come from that. This was the tail end of one of those hour-long sessions I’d mentioned.I used my other hand to gesture at the brand. "Once I pick this up, I will use it. If you beg. She was proud of the fact that she had been working steady for almost a year and a half even though she wasn’t yet earning enough money to get her own apartment yet. She had gained back some of the weight she had lost during her long chemical addiction period and really did have the finest looking set of D-cup’s I’d ever had my hands on! During the drive to her father’s house I could tell that she was glad to see me because she needed someone to talk to. I informed her that I was now living. One look at him and it was obvious he had an erection, and Cheryl gulped hard, as his shorts opened at the front and she could see the fleshy shaft.Her brother was obviously being driven with a powerful urge to encourage his sisters help, the i****tuous urge taking precedence over the moral issue, besides he knew she was into masturbating, as their beds shared a common wall, and he would listen to her nightly as she relieved herself.As Cheryl's eyes followed him, he stopped and faced her, 'Stop. He pulled his cock out and looked down on me and said – sis that was fantastic – you fuck beautifully – we must do this again.Promise – I said.I promise.He got up and went to the bathroom and I heard the shower run. I lay there remembering the sensation of him fucking me – it would be the best fuck I have ever had and I was going to have a lot more.As I lay there his cum began to run down and drip out of my cunt. I took a tissue from the bedside and put it under me – I turned on the bed and let.