Regina's ultimate humiliation

Looking over the scene another idea popped in my head. Quickly running back to the locker room, I found the soiled fake flowers lying on the floor of the stall. Grabbing them I returned to the 18th green, and put the dirty stems in the president's mouth; allowing him to get a good taste of his daughter's fowl ass.

I stepped behind the camera and restarted time. Immediately the reporter's skirt fell to the ground revealing her true hair color, as a wild unkempt brown bush completely hid her pussy lips. She screamed and bent over to pick up her skirt; at the same time the president spat out the flowers and started to gag. With the two quickly bending over, at the waist, they smacked heads causing the reporter to stumble backwards, and trip over the naked Regina. The reporter's skirt was kicked into the air, landing in the president's hand, as she fell on her back exposing her hairy cunt to the crowd.

The contact to Regina's side must've made her aware of her current situation because she released a loud shriek; followed quickly by a booming expulsion of gas, which caused her fake tits to quiver. Regina's eyes looked directly into the camera, as her face turned a deep shade of scarlet.

"Regina," the president asked, as a look of confusion ran across his face.

"Daddy help," Regina cried to her father, as she saw the skirt in his hand. "Give me that," she said, as she slowly got to her feet.

The president held out the skirt, having trouble comprehending the current situation. Regina carefully shuffled towards her father with one hand reaching for the article of clothing, and the other pressed firmly against her butt crack. Her hand was about to grasp the skirt when I decided to stop time again.

Walking over to the president, I lowered his hands, so he was now holding the skirt by his side. Next I moved Regina's out stretched fingers, so they were grabbing ahold of her father's exposed limp dick. Going back to my spot, I restarted time.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Regina screamed, as daddy's cock started to become erect in her hand. Quickly removing her grip from her father's now rock hard member, she snatched the skirt and started to put it on.

"God damnit DeShawndre, stop recording you punk," the reporter said, as she finally got to her feet.

"For the last time it's just DeShawn, and maybe now you'll think twice before trying to fire me or sleep with a racist," the cameraman yelled back.

The reporter's face turned indignant, as she clearly was not accustom to being talk to like that. Her eyes then made contact with Regina who was in the process of pulling the skirt up. The reporter quickly made up her mind, and charged the bitchy princess; lowering her shoulder and knocking Regina on to all fours with the skirt around her thighs. Bending down behind Regina, the reporter started tugging on the article of clothing; unfortunately for her, Regina's impressive bowel control had finally given way, and with one last audible fart a powerful jet of shit sprayed the reporter in the face. She staggered back again, until her asshole was accidentally penetrated by the president's erection. The reporter's eyes bulged from the unexpected anal, as her momentum caused them both to fall backwards. With the duo a foot from the ground, I stopped time once again.

"Well it looks like everyone's ass is on fire except for yours," I said patting the president's head; seeing that half his cock was up the reporter's ass. "Just doesn't seem fair." Picking up the reporter's microphone, I wedged the tip of the handle up the man's harry shithole. Going back to my spot, I restarted time.

The two hit the ground with a surprising amount of ****, and released a couple of high pitch squeals. The microphone handle was jammed up the president's ass, as his cock was thrusted to the hilt deep inside the reporter. They both just lay there incoherently mumbling; on the verge of passing out.

Regina's geyser of shit continued to shower her father and the reporter, as the once high class bitch was now reduced to a series of pathetic whimpers and unattractive grunts.

Stopping time, the sound of Regina's wet farts ceased, as I laughed at the trio's total humiliation. Walking away, I looked over the crowd, and saw everybody plugging their nose in attempts to avoid the terrible stench. I wondered what my next act of justice would be, or maybe I'll just get some sexual release, or perhaps some random chaos. God it was good to be me.