Brandy (Chapter 2)Babysitting for MichaelShe could barely breathe as she went to the front door, her heart racing a mile a minute. This would be the first time she babysat for Michael since he started watching her. Watching her slowly strip down to her bra and panties for him, hoping he was pleased with her body. She rang the bell, Brandy disappointed when Cindy opened the door.“Hi, Brandy, we’re running a little late. The girls are in the den watching television. Michael should be down in a minute.” She was already going back into the kitchen.Brandy saw it as she walked in, the table covered with a large video camera, batteries and other stuff spewed around it.Cindy saw her looking. “That’s Michael’s latest toy. Not sure what got into him, middle-age crisis, I guess. He just had to get a new video recorder. You know men; they need all the bells and whistles as if they would use them. They’re suckers for electronic salesmen.”Brandy looked down at it, spying immediately the red and green light on the side of the camera.“The thing does everything but take the pictures by itself. It has night vision so you can take pictures in complete darkness and a zoom lens that makes it look like you are only an inch from the object, yet it’s over fifty feet away. He was so enthused about trying it out. I woke up the other night, and he was shooting out the window in the middle of the night. He was embarrassed that I caught him playing with his toy as if he were a little boy playing with his toys under his blanket when he should have been sleeping. He was so cute, that I felt sorry that I caught him. I had to tell him that it was okay. Men are only little boys that never grew up.” Cindy was trying to finish up when she heard Michael coming down the stairs.Brandy felt a shiver of excitement and fear race through her body. He was filming her. Filming her as she stripped for him. She thought it was a private affair, but she was sure that he had it on tape. That is what she saw, the small lights on the side of the camera. The reflection must have türbanlı bartın escort been the moon reflecting off the lens. What would he do with it? She had heard of girls giving their boyfriends naked pictures of them and finding them on the Internet later on. Was Michael showing my half-naked pictures to others? Or was he masturbating as he watched them over and over again? Brandy had often masturbated with the vision of Michael watching her as she stripped for him, trying to imagine what his cock would look like, his hand rubbing up and down the rigid flesh as he watched her perform for him.“By the way, happy birthday. It was the other day, wasn’t it? You’re becoming a big girl, Brandy,” Cindy yelled out from the kitchen.A shiver of excitement went up Brandy’s back when she heard Michael’s powerful voice as he came down the stairs.“She’s not a girl, Cindy. She’s a woman. If I remember correctly, Brandy turned eighteen the other day. I don’t think you would have liked being called a girl when you turned eighteen, Cindy,” Michael almost scolding her.Brandy smiled broadly when she heard what he said. Cindy popped her head out of the kitchen.“He’s right, sorry, Brandy. Yes, you are a young woman now. We’ve known you since you were f******n. You’ve filled out nicely since then.”Was that what changed Michael? She was a woman now. She wasn’t u******e. Did it make that much difference to him? He was married to Cindy, and she was beautiful, almost ten years younger than him. Would he cheat on her to be with me?He was even more handsome than the last time she saw him. Was it that the relationship was different between us now? He was a man and she was a woman now.He had a pair of black slacks on, her eyes instantly turned to see the bulge in the front. She could almost make out his cock beneath the pants or was it just her imagination? She looked up, turning red as he saw where she was staring.“Cheerleading practice today.” Brandy was dressed in her cheerleader outfit, the snug türbanlı bartın escort bayan sweater pulled tightly over her perfect breasts, the short skirt revealing her long, lean legs. He wished she would bend over so he could see her red panties pulled tightly over her luscious ass. He had watched his last video of her on the computer just before he came down, his cock still hard as she stripped for him in her window. He had seen her in her bra and panties, his new camera doing and excellent job of close ups, his imagination able to make out the soft folds of her pussy beneath the thin panties she wore. And that ass, two perfect buttocks split down the middle, her treasures between her cheeks hidden only by the panties pulled tight.“Yes,” she lied. She wanted him to see her in her short skirt. Before the night was over, she would show him more. When they came home, Cindy usually went straight to bed. That is the chance Brandy would have with Michael. She could almost feel his hands on her body. His powerful hands demanding her to perform for him. What would he make me do?“You look good in it,” Michael said softly. “Real good.”Brandy blushed, feeling the flush run over her body. She didn’t know what to say.“Ready,” Cindy coming into the room.“Let’s go. We shouldn’t be too late, Brandy. Just a nice dinner out.”Brandy locked the door behind him, going into the den to find the two girls, Constance and Rachel watching a Disney video. They were easy k**s to babysit, doing whatever she told them to do. Michael raised them to obey. Obey just as Brandy would do for Michael. All he had to do was say, and he could have anything he wanted from her. Anything.She put them to bed by nine, watching television until she heard the door opening, already hearing the car pull into the driveway, checking out the window to make sure it was them. She went back to the couch before they came in. She heard Cindy talking to Michael.“Walk Brandy home. I don’t care if it’s only next door. It’s türbanlı escort bartın late, and I don’t like a young woman out alone. I’m going to bed.”“I’ll walk her home. I have some emails I have to answer before I go to bed. Early meeting tomorrow.” Michael kissed Cindy good night as she went up the stairs. She would be asleep in ten minutes, taking a sleeping pill each night because of chronic insomnia. The pill controlled it, but she was gone to the world ten minutes after hitting the bed.Michael walked into the den, sitting on the chair opposite of Brandy. The television was still on, but she wasn’t looking at it, only at him.“I always love cheerleader outfits. I love those red panties you wear.” Michael said it without any hesitation.“It took a while to get used to them. The skirt is so short that most routines reveled more than I was accustomed to.” It was strange. She was discussing her panties with Michael. She felt a surge of wetness between her legs.“Would you like to show me now, Brandy.”“I will do anything you want, Michael.” Her heart stopped beating. That was the first time she called him Michael. She volunteered to do anything he wanted. She was young and naïve, a virgin, not even understanding all that he might ask of her. She just felt a surge of excitement at doing what he wanted.Sexually doing what he wanted.“When we are alone, you will call me Sir or Master.” His voice was adamant.She sat up in the chair. “Yes, MMMAsst…,” she couldn’t get the word out. “Sir.”“Well, show me. I don’t want to have to tell you everything twice, Brandy. Naughty girls get punished.”She pulled her skirt up higher, spreading her legs until they were almost touching the two ends of the love seat.“Much better, Brandy.” He stared at her crotch, the red panties pulled tightly over her mound by the wide spread of her legs. “Do you shave your pussy?”It shocked her for a second, but then her voice quivered as she replied meekly. “I have a small bush.” She quickly added, “Sir.”“Are you wet now?”She was sure that he could see the wet spot on her panties, sure that it was there, her pussy gushing her arousal.“Yes, Sir.”“I will soon find out for myself. Let me walk you home, Brandy.”He got up, Brandy, the bulge in his pants now obvious. She was so proud of herself. She had made Michael hard. Very hard. From his words, she expected to feel his hands between her legs. Soon, real soon she hoped.