I woke up when I heard a noise behind the couch. I got up to see what it was. And there he was staring at my breast with an evil grin on his face. Oh ...hit! I forgot that Bidisha had given him a key too.I quickly got up from the couch. I was only wearing a t-shirt and a panty. I tried to cover myself, and run away. I: what the fuck are you doing here? Get out of my house right now!!He: oh god! You look sexy as fuck today. Give what I want or I’ll snatch it myselfI was scared and ran to my room. I tried to dismiss the thought - of course I couldn’t masturbate in front of my brother ... but the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.If I masturbated in front of my brother, it would help me relax, and that would help him relax ... and if he was relaxed, he was way more likely to cum. And I was here to help my brother cum. I wanted to help my brother cum. That was my purpose ... no, that didn’t seem right. I shook my head slightly, but before I could clear my head, I mentally. “Is that your new boyfriend?” Robert asked with a cheeky smile. “No it certainly is not. Less of your cheek!” Robert laughed as they both went into the apartment and Lydia shut the door. Sulama stood outside the apartment and rang the bell. She had long, dark hair. She was already several months pregnant by her husband Kent, the bump of her soon to be born already clearly evident. “Hi, come on in,” Lydia said on opening the door. Sulama walked in, hugged her mother and walked towards the living. "Five". He had me repeat this treatment on my spread pussy with the narrow handle of the spatula that mercilessly parted my lips to make my tender clit sting and my pussy even wetter. "I'm training you to be my little virtual pain slut". Thank you Sir. I slipped a dildo in my ass for him and was his good little girl and spanked my ass the way he requested. He wanted to know what I looked like--my pussy did the thinking for me and I took and sent pictures I never thought I would, or should.