He too was too far gone to appreciate the nubile nymphet by his side. I sat with his fat paw on my inner mid thigh, he was intermittently stroking tha... sensitive region, down to my knee and back up to mid region, fuck a couple of more inches and he could slide a finger inside and at least give me the satisfaction of letting him grope me in public.The bar was noisy with everyone chattering, booze flowed and sex was in the air, it was all happening and our pussies were ready for the perceived. . something I can't put my finger on. But really, she's got the potential to be a really good golfer. You saw how far she hit the damned ball!"Jim just shook his head and waited for Kathy to finish with the suntan cream. When she did, she grinned and wiped her forehead saying, "Good grief! Have you ever tried to oil a brown bear? That's Ken."While Hank looked over her own ball lie and got ready to take her shot, Jim took Kathy out of earshot and gave her a club to hold. When she did, he. As our caravan pulled away from the warehouse Jack said, "Big Roy said you handled yourself like a pro in there. That's very high praise. I can't say I've ever heard Roy comment, one way or the other, about anyone before." I kept silent.He went on. "That's what I meant when I told Miss Bell that you could work for us anytime you wanted. I gave you the perfect opening to brag, talk about it, try to justify what went on, or just let off a little steam, but you kept your head and said nothing,. You want to cum don't you slut, I ask sneeringly as though reading your mind. Please Master, you gasp half into the bed. Not yet slut, I reply and the fingers invading the holes reserved solely for my pleasure slow down and slowly withdraw. You hear me walk away from the bed and return. Stay still slut, I instruct and you feel industrial tape being wrapped around your left ankle, which in turn is pulled slightly outward as I extend the tape to attach it and secure to the base of the bed. I.