Not too long in one spot, move it around... all over her so the pain flowed everywhere.She thought she would die...she wished she would die...But, she...would not die...she would begin to love the pain...began to want it...He grabbed her face, looking into her eyes. They were wild...animal eyes...wild, frightened animal eyes...he stared into them as she tried to focus...focus on him through her pain..."No, David, please... no more pain... please, David, I am a slut... I'll be your slut slave.... She told him she wouldfix it. She went and got some spark plugs and soon had it running.She then said to Jeff, "I changed your spark plugs and adjustedyour carburetor. It should run a lot better now." Jeff thanked her and paid for the spark plugs. She wouldn't takeanything for labor. Her brother Chuck teased her when she came intothe house, "Well did you get the fairy prince's car running?" Jessie answered, "Yes and I wish you wouldn't call him that. Heis a very nice person, but you wouldn't. On the morning of my first work day, Kate carefully straightened my tie, and George pushed my chair right through the front doors of the White House, much to the pleasure of the news people, who obediently recorded every second of my arrival for the nine o'clock news cycle. Kate fussed over my coat and a fleece blanket thrown across my lap for warmth, and the White House corps went far out of their way to make me feelwelcome and look out for me.I felt like a total fraud, riding in a wheelchair. .." What did you say about someone's cock? Nice seemedpatronising, beautiful maybe. "It's magnificent," I mumbled before evenconsciously deciding on that description.The hand that had undone her zipper set on top of my head. "Why don'tyou get a closer look?". I allowed her subtle pressure to force me to myknees, oh god, this was really about to happen.'She must shave,' the thought seemed strange but it was what came to mindas I stared at the first hard cock other than my own that I had.