An mine’ ya own business like we is.” Brandon reached out and shook his hand, “You got it man.” “Oh, an you got sumthin on yo leg lil missy.” He pointed out, looking at Brandon’s cum running down my leg still. Brandon spun me around and grabbed a rag, wiping up the cum, all the way under my skirt, and across my panties, right in front of the old men, then put the rag on the counter, glaring at them. My face was deep red with embarrassment, as he lead me out of the kitchen’s swinging doors, we heard the old men cracking up and talking loudly as soon as we left. Hot tears ran down my face.
“Well Kylie, you are 100% my bitch now, and I’m gonna let it be known to everyone. Quit your cryin.” He wiped my eyes and fixed my clothes, then walked me to class. Walking was painful and I walked abnormally, people were looking at us as we proceeded down the hall. Brandon’s glares deterred those looks quickly though. He walked me to my class and gave the teacher a clinic pass, explaining why I was late, and watched me walk to my seat. I sat down and yelped in pain unexpectently, everyone turning around and staring at me, but I kept my eyes glued on Brandon, who smiled deviously at me and winked, walking out of the room and leaving me to my embarrassment.
No matter what, people knew something was up, and Brandon had made it successfully known I belonged to him.