He pulls back only enough for her to take some gasping breaths around his hard dick.Grabbing a bunch of her hair he makes her start to bob in his lap....Not going too fast though but when she is reluctant in the least he shoves her hard against his crotch and makes her fight the gag."So Charlie. Ever have a real slut for a fuck toy before?" he asks rather conversationally."No boss can't say that I have. Plenty of girls. Some sluts. But nothing like a girl who offers her ass to her brothers.". But do so with love and her best interests at heart. Afterwards, do not forget aftercare. Hold your whore and let her know that even though she messed up, you still love her. "Aftercare is the best thing you can do for her, because it shows her that you are in it for the long haul - you won't give up just because she made a mistake or tested your rules. She will test them and she will make mistakes. She isn't perfect. But your willingness to correct her and still care will show her it's okay to. Nick and I had grown up together and often shared a bed when we were younger and crashing over. One evening our parents had gone out and we were at his house, doing the usual things guys do. On this evening we were actually playing cards. I don't remember how it happened but we were betting for sweets and he was all out, but wanted the chance to win some back. Boys being boys - and me pushing boundaries, I suggested strip poker, which Nick had never played. I explained the rules and he was up. Nothing ever does, does it?As I drove off I asked her where she wanted to be dropped.“Oh I don’t know. Over the cliff. I’m not much use for anything else, I’m only trained to be a whore.”“What on earth do you mean?”“Look, I was sent to a private school where they trained us to become ideal wives to rich men.”“Really?”“Wife, whore, what’s the difference? One gets paid with a comfy life style in exchange for lying on her back with her legs open, the other takes cash and makes her own life. Like.