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Name: Brandon Weber
Age: 46
Founder of Adirondack Land Trust
Brandon was celebrating his birthday when he decided to pull into Jessica's driveway. For some reason, he had a lot of testosterone running through his veins. The only cure was going to be some rough sex with a submissive young chick. That chick would be Jessica. Brandon held the title to her modest bungalow where she lived with her five year old daughter. He was also her employer who could dismiss her in a New York minute. These benefits, of course, had strings attached.
Jessica melted into a puddle every time she was near a powerful man. She would submit to his demands even if they were degrading. She could never find satisfaction from sex if her lover wasn't rough and dominant. Brandon had picked up on her submissiveness when she was filling in for his receptionist. On her third day on the job, she found herself kneeling on the floor in front of his chair. He was giving her a rough face-fucking with his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. As she swallowed his seed, a tremor ran through her body.
Brandon promoted Jessica to full time status and he still called her into his locked office on occasion. When she wasn't there, he paid her no attention. He had called her and told her what he wanted her to wear. The bottom was a tiny G-string which exposed her full butt cheeks. Brandon entered quietly, undressing as he went. He then climbed into her bed where she was lying face down, as instructed. Brandon kissed her neck as his hands dropped to her plump derriere. A few minutes later Jessica was on her knees and shoulders, her bright red cheeks raised high and defenseless. His hard cock was poised at her moist entrance as his hand came down hard against her burning ass. At the same time, he drove his erection hard against her cervix.
When he was done with Jessica, he stood up and got dressed. Without a word he walked out to his BMW. The shortest way home was the Old River Road, a narrow twisting road that followed the south side of the River. The frantic sex with Jessica had worn him out. His last memory was the patch of black ice that his car skidded on. From the road, the car plunged thirty feet to the rocky shoreline. Hours passed before the accident was noticed by a passing motorist. Brandon was alive but he had gone into a coma.
The EMTs got his body out of the car, and climbed up the rocky path to the road. He was taken to the nearest trauma center by ambulance with a Level III EMT at his side. When he arrived, the surgeon decided that she had to operate to relieve the pressure on his spinal cord. When Brandon came to a week later, he was in surgical ICU with a registered nurse at his side. He had some feeling in his extremities but struggled to move them. His mind was sharp but his body looked like it had been dragged across an acre of broken glass.
Brandon would need a nurse when he was released to go home. He couldn't think of any qualified nurse within 50 miles of the Weber home who would take that job. Brandon was respected by his neighbors who were aware of how cold-blooded he could be. He was a tyrant at work, seemingly indifferent to anyone's needs aside from his own. His step-son, Eric, knew that his crotchety stepfather would rive most nurses away in a week's time.
When Eric met with Brandon's Treatment Team, he raised his concerns with them. When he asked if the team could recommend a nurse, the charge nurse said she could. There was a young RN that had been laid off when the hospital was forced to cut spending. The nurse went on to explain that her experience was limited but she had impressed the charge nurse in the short time she was there. "And she's tough as nails", the nurse added.
The charge nurse came back into Brandon's room and told him that his new nurse would be in to meet him later that afternoon. Brandon looked up indifferently, but he nodded his head when she was finished. The patient didn't seem like an ogre to her. He could talk to the nurses but his speech was hesitant and unsure. He had to be in a lot of pain as the network of cuts on his body began to slowly heal. He endured it stoically for the most part, except when a nurse would accidentally touch a sensitive spot. She hoped that her young friend was ready for a tough assignment.
Age: 46
Founder of Adirondack Land Trust
Brandon was celebrating his birthday when he decided to pull into Jessica's driveway. For some reason, he had a lot of testosterone running through his veins. The only cure was going to be some rough sex with a submissive young chick. That chick would be Jessica. Brandon held the title to her modest bungalow where she lived with her five year old daughter. He was also her employer who could dismiss her in a New York minute. These benefits, of course, had strings attached.
Jessica melted into a puddle every time she was near a powerful man. She would submit to his demands even if they were degrading. She could never find satisfaction from sex if her lover wasn't rough and dominant. Brandon had picked up on her submissiveness when she was filling in for his receptionist. On her third day on the job, she found herself kneeling on the floor in front of his chair. He was giving her a rough face-fucking with his hands wrapped tightly in her hair. As she swallowed his seed, a tremor ran through her body.
Brandon promoted Jessica to full time status and he still called her into his locked office on occasion. When she wasn't there, he paid her no attention. He had called her and told her what he wanted her to wear. The bottom was a tiny G-string which exposed her full butt cheeks. Brandon entered quietly, undressing as he went. He then climbed into her bed where she was lying face down, as instructed. Brandon kissed her neck as his hands dropped to her plump derriere. A few minutes later Jessica was on her knees and shoulders, her bright red cheeks raised high and defenseless. His hard cock was poised at her moist entrance as his hand came down hard against her burning ass. At the same time, he drove his erection hard against her cervix.
When he was done with Jessica, he stood up and got dressed. Without a word he walked out to his BMW. The shortest way home was the Old River Road, a narrow twisting road that followed the south side of the River. The frantic sex with Jessica had worn him out. His last memory was the patch of black ice that his car skidded on. From the road, the car plunged thirty feet to the rocky shoreline. Hours passed before the accident was noticed by a passing motorist. Brandon was alive but he had gone into a coma.
The EMTs got his body out of the car, and climbed up the rocky path to the road. He was taken to the nearest trauma center by ambulance with a Level III EMT at his side. When he arrived, the surgeon decided that she had to operate to relieve the pressure on his spinal cord. When Brandon came to a week later, he was in surgical ICU with a registered nurse at his side. He had some feeling in his extremities but struggled to move them. His mind was sharp but his body looked like it had been dragged across an acre of broken glass.
Brandon would need a nurse when he was released to go home. He couldn't think of any qualified nurse within 50 miles of the Weber home who would take that job. Brandon was respected by his neighbors who were aware of how cold-blooded he could be. He was a tyrant at work, seemingly indifferent to anyone's needs aside from his own. His step-son, Eric, knew that his crotchety stepfather would rive most nurses away in a week's time.
When Eric met with Brandon's Treatment Team, he raised his concerns with them. When he asked if the team could recommend a nurse, the charge nurse said she could. There was a young RN that had been laid off when the hospital was forced to cut spending. The nurse went on to explain that her experience was limited but she had impressed the charge nurse in the short time she was there. "And she's tough as nails", the nurse added.
The charge nurse came back into Brandon's room and told him that his new nurse would be in to meet him later that afternoon. Brandon looked up indifferently, but he nodded his head when she was finished. The patient didn't seem like an ogre to her. He could talk to the nurses but his speech was hesitant and unsure. He had to be in a lot of pain as the network of cuts on his body began to slowly heal. He endured it stoically for the most part, except when a nurse would accidentally touch a sensitive spot. She hoped that her young friend was ready for a tough assignment.