I saw that her heart was beating fast. Her sweater looked alive! My cock too! I hoped she made her putt.She took her stance over the ball, and for the...first time I saw why she wasn’t that good a putter. I was pretty sure she couldn’t see the ball over her tits! But she tapped the ball right in the back of the hole. She let out a scream and lifted her hands over her head in triumph, and her sweater rose up too.Seeing this as a chance to congratulate her for her birdie, I moved toward her, placed. I wanted to melt away. It was an unflinching gaze. His brown eyes were intense. He may look mild-mannered in his beige slacks and sweater, but he still had that military bearing. He worked in an office now, but... “This is what all the girls wear,” I said.“You’re not all girls. You’re my little girl.”“I am not!” I glared at him. “I’m fifteen. Practically an adult!”“Not yet you’re not,” he growled. “So long as you live under my roof, so long as I pay your bills, including that damn phone you. .. the ass cheeks too small... the faces... well, the faces at the point of ejaculation are the same in all seven scenes. Why is that?"I dropped my voice slightly. I have a habit of doing that when I want to emphasize something. "Why did he take them in the ass and do nothing with their cunts? And perhaps most importantly, why is there a short white flash which bursts over the image not at the point of ejaculation, which you can tell by James' groan, but a moment later as if the girl were. ..I am...." she stammered. "YOU ARE WHAT YOU FUCKING BITCH?" Ramona yelled again."Sorry. I am so sorry." Ramona looked at Christine with penetrating eyes. "Kneel" Ramona said. Without hesitation Christine went down on her knees. Ramona walked over to her and put her foot. No more words were needed. Christine started licking Ramona's pumps. When I left them, Ramona had made herself comfortable in Christine's room while she herself moved out into the maid's room.An hour later, Ramona called me.