"If your brother would let go of my boob," Amanda joked, "I could sit up and drink my coffee."He released her breast and moved his hand down her tummy..., she sat up and I handed her coffee to her. Suddenly, she tensed up and her eyes got very big, I assumed that his hand had made it's way down to her pussy; she looked at him and he grinned.I was hoping that she didn't forget my instructions about going to the bathroom, I prompted her."I suppose you need the bathroom like you usually do when you. Finally she reaches for his zipper and unzips it all the way down freeing his manhood. She gasps at the sheer size of it as she has never seen a real live cock before. Truthfully, it scares her to death because she knows that there is no way that thing will fit into her tiny virgin hole.“Put it in your mouth. And if I feel any pressure or teeth, I will break your fucking neck, do you hear me!”She nodded and opened her mouth as wide as it could go. She slowly put her mouth over the head of it. Then concentration was lost as a stab of agony lanced through his head. He thought that he heard a sharp crack, as though someone had stepped on a nearby dry twig.His head slumped forward as he fought back a surge of dizziness, a wave of nausea that threatened to turn his stomach insideout. Groggily, he raised his head once more, fighting against the pain that was trying to drill its way out from somewhere deep inside his skull. The first thing he noticed as the stabbing ache receded was that. .. well, not my seat, obviously - should we sit? Can I get you something?" You look around at your dining table, your couch, the coffee machine in your kitchen, then back at her."Maybe in a minute." She says, eager to continue her story. "So here's the deal: you can make one request, anything at all, and I'll do it." ... because you're bored?" You feed back to her, questioning the legitimacy of her statement.She laughs as she gets a bit flustered. "Yes. I'm not one for idle hands. I'm serious,.