Still sitting on Caine's lap, Brenda hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly at his request. She leaned forward and placed her hands flat on the table, feeling her dress rise up along with it as she exposed herself to him. Her heart raced in anticipation of what he would do next.

"Do it," Caine growled, nudging her harder against the table. "Show them who you belong to."

As Caine ground his hips against hers, Brenda let out a moan of pleasure. She felt the weight of him against her, filling her up in ways she hadn't imagined possible. Her cheeks flushed with arousal as she looked over at her parents, helpless to do anything but watch as their daughter was used for Caine's amusement.

"Caine," she whimpered, arching her back and pressing herself harder against him. "Please..."

"Of course," Brenda murmured, leaning forward to take Caine's erection into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips engulfed him as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. She took him deep, sucking hungrily as her hands massaged his balls. "I understand," she said between slurps. "You deserve to have fun too."

Her mouth moved faster, her throat working as she took more of him into her mouth.

Brenda moaned around his cock, signaling her agreement with a nod. "Yes, Caine," she panted. "I'll take only your cock." Her words were barely intelligible through the gagging sounds as she continued to deepthroat him. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, holding him steady while her other hand explored his body, seeking out new ways to pleasure him.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he hit her G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her knees buckled, and she leaned against the door for support as Caine claimed every last drop of his seed deep inside her. She could feel it spilling out of her, coating her insides with his hot, thick cum.

"Yes..." she moaned, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "I'll be sure to save room for dessert."

As Caine pulled her back into the room and closed the door, Brenda felt a surge of relief wash over her. Her body still hummed with pleasure from their encounter, and she leaned into his touch as he began to massage her swollen breasts through her dress. "Thank you," she murmured, closing her eyes again.

"You're welcome, little whore." He smiled down at her before bending to kiss her lips, his tongue slipping between her teeth and tangling with hers for a long, slow moment. "

And with that, we both smiled, our hearts filled with newfound hope and excitement for what the future might hold.

The rest of the night was a blur of stolen moments and whispered promises. As the sun began to rise over the horizon, Norman and I found ourselves curled up together in his bed, holding each other close.

We talked about the future, about dreams and plans and fears. And as we drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever happened next, we would face it side by side, hand in hand.

I may have started out looking for something superficial, but Norman showed me that true love is worth fighting for.