He's pissed off about something and he wants somebody he can yell at to make him feel better. His eyes light on me and then move to someone else. I'm ...ot even a caddy yet, so I'm kind of beneath his notice, and not really under his thumb yet either. "You, fuckface, quit trying to hide, get your ass out to the pro shop, you're carrying a single for Mrs. Diamond."You have to understand, Mrs. Diamond was the world's worst golfer, the slowest, and hands down, the one person caddies most hated to. .."She turned and smiled seductively up at him, gazing into his eyes as she reached up to unbutton his shirt. When all of the buttons were undone she slipped her hands up under the front of his collar and ran them down the tops of his shoulders, brushing the shirt off and down his arms in one fluid caress, tossing it onto the counter next to her things. Turning back to him she moved into his embrace, running her arms around his midsection and tilting her head up, lips open, surrendering to his. Her face was flushed and her breathing ragged.'Hurry up, Tom, I need it badly, ' she gasped, running a finger along her widening slit. He knelt in front of her, and ran a hand up each stockinged leg, insinuating his fingers into the engorged lips, and gently probing her depths. Emily's bottom bounced on the log, and she pushed forward to make access easier. Her fingers worked busily on his upstanding part, which nodded and throbbed its approval of all the attention it was getting.She pulled his. Knelt down pulled my hand away and began caressing my dick. We made eye contact and I nodded my approval to the caresses. L. got closer and began kissing my dick from the head to the balls. L. got more comfortable and pulled my pants and underwear all the way to my ankles and carefully off. I knew a that point that L. had total control and I loved it.I spread my legs and scooted to the edge of the seat. L. got the message and began to very slowly and very deliberately kiss my balls and my.