By her reaction, you'd think she was the head cheerleader and I was some nerd with taped eyeglasses!She practically fought to get me out of her!That i..., until she realized her husband was going to complete this ersatz rape and we lived in non-spousal rape state!I was so worked up from the precoital foreplay that my hips began pounding it to Cynthia immediately, and she fairly gasped out her own orgasms attested by her rasping breaths.When I unloaded inside her, I held her hips in place. I. Everly had picked up the clubs early. She was good, with a handicap of 4, but not committed enough to turn professional. She lacked the dedication to really apply herself to the game. She was a pretty girl. A very light strawberry blonde with green eyes. Puberty had caused all the men at the golf course, her daddies clients, to take notice of her. Petite at 5 foot 5 with perky little tits, she had no shortage of horny old men who wanted to perve on her as they played their 18 holes of golf. A. If I were, I shouldn’t be able to communicate so easily, or probably at all. Not just that, but we should be of one mind, not separate. Although we no doubt have identical thought patterns because we share the same brain, we are without doubt separate individuals ... like Siamese twins or something.~“That’s true. Maybe it would be more accurate to call you a clone of my conscious and subconscious. That doesn’t explain why your control would be so limited though. Let’s try something to test that. An area with open shelves displays dildos, vibrators gags and plugs. ?Every slave here wears a butt plug,? as he reaches through his assortment and pulls one off the shelf. ?Ass up,? he commands and I respond. Master unceremoniously push the plug in my ass and tugs the leash to lead me back out to the main room. He leads me through the room and toward the guest quarters to the first door. It’s a small guest bathroom. The seat has been removed and a small note placed on the tank,.