I placed my fingers under her chin, lifting her head until her eyes met mine as I smiled reassuringly. She returned my smile, but with no conviction. ...y fingers slowly began to undo her top, releasing the poppers from the strain they'd been under until they were all open. I slipped it from her shoulders as she stood in front of me dressed only in simple white knickers and matching bra.I left her standing there as I ran a bowl of warm soapy water immersing a flannel before telling her to take. He snapped it in the air, testing it's strength. Simone shivered. Never in her entire sheltered life had anything like this happened. Her fear was disappating, and her arousal increasing. “Hold on to the box. It's heavy,” #2 said, releasing her hands. Doing as she was told, Simone tried to focus on hating what was being done to her, but failing miserably. She screeched when the first lash to her nipples landed. White hot pain sizzled from her erect nubs directly down to her dripping snatch. . "Don't worry, little brother," she said with a giggle."It just, well, I've never," I stuttered, trying to put my fears into words."I know, it's all too confusing," she said soothingly. "Don't worry, it's easy and it all comes so naturally." It's just, well, I don't know what you girls want," I spat it out."That's easy to teach," she said. "Mind you, half the guys I go out with haven't a clue, either." Oh," I said suddenly felling much better."Look, when we've got more time," she said looking at. Meeting in person, she strode across the sunny, movie theater parking lot, wearing a short sleeve blue blouse and dress jeans with brown clog shoes. She extended her hand to shake mine and smiling said, “Hi, I’m T.” As the date went on she informed me she hadn’t been out with anyone in over a year. And that date was with her soon to be Ex-husband whom she had been with since she was fifteen years old. I was her first, “first date” in a very long time. And I felt certain that this relationship.