.. not to worry, I'm sure your belting later won't be too bad either. Discipline is what you need and you clearly are getting it!"With that, she walks...up the steps into her house, her heels clicking and her straight pencil skirt clinging to her ample bottomMisty watches her walk away and daydreams of teaching Prim Pringle a lesson with a leather belt.Misty returns home, and Sir is waiting, he hugs her close and tells her he is so proud of her and knew how hard that was for her to do.Misty cries. Her body was in great shape, regardless of her age. Her white breasts stood out proudly, round and firm. Small pink nipples capped them, nipples that always seemed to be hard. She pinched them lightly as her hands glided over her breasts."He'll love my titties," She thought. " But it'll be my pussy that he'll go nuts over."Her blonde hair was thick around her cunt, there was no mistaking that she was indeed a natural blonde. She stroked her pussy again, making it hotter and wetter. Just. I am gonna be a cock whore for the rest of my life, thanks to you!” said Zera, very saddened and upset.“You’ll be okay,” said Kash, smacking her thighs.“Promise me we’ll see each other again. Don’t pump and dump me like a whore even though I know that is what I am. I love you,” said Zera, crying and kissing Kash before getting out of the car. Zera spat out a large load of cum from her throat on the street, awkwardly walking to her apartment.Kash needed a drink and Trent was still hitting up. You are both men of a certain time and place.’ ‘He remembers me. A man does not forget his controller, no matter how much time passes.’ ‘We want you to talk to him, Lev. Two men chatting about their unbreakable bond of the 1950s, when history ran at flood tide. Remind him of our connections and mutual respect. Ask him to at least listen.’ ‘And if he won’t meet with me?’ ‘He has strong incentives to cooperate. We have files with undeniable evidence he spied for the Soviet Union in the 1950s..