"I could barely meet her gaze; it was such a touchy subject. "I might need to see a urologist. A specialist. You don't specialize in that, do you?"She...sighed again. "Daddy, do I have to call in the nurse to hold you down? Tell me what's wrong and let me take a look."Finally, I capitulated to her insistence. I sat down on the table and told her about burning sensations when I urinated sometimes. She listened intently and nodded occasionally. Then she moved her stool closer and sat before. When I bottomed I stop and held it there. Her arms were wrapped around me so tight I had to push back to let her relax and I began nibbling on her luscious nipples to build her arousal even more. She let me know once again with instinctive hip thrusts and I began taking long and slow strokes. She began moaning and panting as it built and finally her orgasm overtook her.When she calmed down a little she looked up at me and said, “You have not done yours yet. I want to feel it.” She lay quietly. " He looked around the table and saw the others nod their agreement. "People could get killed."Clete ground his teeth. This motherfucking politician had thrown cold water on his best plans ever since he had come to town. Mark had opposed a raise for him, had opposed the hiring of a second deputy and the renovation of the sheriff's office."I mean, how can we be sure it was that way, if you'll pardon my asking?"Clete's eyes blazed and he nodded at Hank Bollinger, who said "I found her lying on. It was such a painful ride. She also wanted me to let her know when it hurts in typing an 'X' into the chat but I should never stop until I get the command. So I kept up that painful ride and she asked me confusing questions which I answered wrong. Everytime I did that she told me to increase the speed and everytime I wrote an 'X' into the chat but she just replied with 'Good' as if she loves me being in pain. That went on for about half an hour. It was like being ****d but I followed her.