As I clambered into my own hotel bed for my final night before returning home, I felt pleased that Sandra had been left none the wiser and suitably sa...isfied, but I couldn’t help but wonder what Sandra would have thought if she’d known the true route of my achievement! Yes, Debbie had become my ‘go to girl’ when I needed her and I also wondered what her reaction would be if she had an inkling of the many fantasies in which she’d played a starring role during my ‘private’ moments since the first. A pattern emerged. Young attractive professional and domestic applicants were accepted but young, not so attractive applicants were rejected. A few of these rejected women were interviewed by the FBI. The same reason was given. The salaries they were offered had not been high as advertised but instead were ridiculously low. One couldn?t possibly contract at such low rates. Returning to the senator for further information, the interviewers asked why she had been accepted. Wasn?t the fact. Kozlov for lunch here, this is actually my first time on a golf course.”“Then let’s take ten minutes and review the basic concepts.”He described the layout of the course, including tees, fairways, rough, hazards, and greens, as well as the range of clubs which might be used, and the basic rules. We then went to the driving range, and he handed me a club.“This is a 5-iron,” he said. “It’s a middle-range club, and is generally used from the fairway. It, and the 7-iron, are pretty much your go-to. It hurts so I kneel up higher. You grin but say nothing. You nod to the man holding the wooden spoon. He steps up in front of me, he swings his hand down and SMACK my left breast right over my nipple. I let out a strangled scream, and then SMACK he hits the right one over the nipple…tears are running down my face. He raises his arm again and brings it down on the top of my right breast and then again on my left. His last he directly between my breasts. I look down and my breasts have turned.