“Say it.” “I’m a nasty whore.” “And nasty whores need to be punished, don’t they?” “Yes. I need to be punished.” I could tell that... this was turning her on. I wondered if she’d ever been dominated like this, or if she’d always been in charge. The fear was still present in her face and voice, but there was a far greater measure of desire. “Good girl,” I said. “Your brother’s going to punish you now, and if you’re a well-behaved little slut, maybe I’ll let you cum.” With that, I pushed my cock. “Can you hear what I’m saying?” he asked with just a trace of accent.I nodded, biting my lip.“Good. Are you in pain?”I nodded again.“Is the pain in your head or neck?”I shook my spinning head.“Your back?“A little.”“Where else?”“My hips and bottom,” I whispered, pointing to the places that hurt so much.“Shall I call an ambulance?”“No!” I said firmly. “I’ll be okay in a few minutes.”There was a pause while my rescuer seemed to assess what I had said before he spoke again.“Okay. But just lie there. The warm liquid spurts into her mouth helped to calm her down and she sucked with renewed enthusiasm hoping to get it all down quickly.She cleaned him up and turned around so he could feel her backside with his greedy fingers. Misty enjoyed the degrading experience because she liked the way older men found new ways to explore her hidden corners. It seemed like they were never in a hurry like the young lads whose only thought was to shoot their load and get on to more pressing matters.Misty had. Bob turned the hallway feedback on. All he really had to do was listen for the computer to tell him the president's ball had moved. He got something to eat while the other two were catching up to the man, and almost screwed up when a new ball was brought into play for the president to putt with.He decided that, once the ball was on the green, the fifteen Secret Service agents surrounding said property were probably capable of seeing where it went without his assistance.Twice, he wished somebody.