Ben had a passion for golf. Fortunately for him, he had the kind of job that allowed him to leave his office without being questioned and managed to g...t in at least one round of golf each week between Monday and Friday. He was a member of a local club and frequently played on Saturday mornings. Before meeting Ben, Angie had never been overly interested in golf. However, she decided to take some lessons so that she could at least have conversations with him about something that he loved. To her. She sat on the edge of the punishment horse, spread her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart with her hands. A close up was projected on both screens. It seemed as if everyone in the theatre was taking videos or pictures of her. She closed her eyes. “Thank you, Miss Johnson. We shall now execute your sentence.”A guard took her by the arm and made her stand. She was then strapped over the punishment horse in the same way that, it seemed an eternity ago, Burt had been. Only that she was naked,. You pull back slightly, letting me catch my breath and lean over me, one hand against the door, the other still controlling my movement by my hair. Now you push back in, a little slower, until the entire length of your cock has disappeared into my throat. Being used by you is driving me crazy and I'm desperately rubbing at my cunt through my jeans. I need something inside me but I can't move, you have me pinned between you and the door. Really, I wouldn't even stop you if I could. I am. ?Maybe you’ll think about that the next time you think to be a smart ass to me.? He dropped my face and walked away, I heard a click as the door locked behind him. I wanted to curl up in a ball but I was still hanging from the ceiling.Chapter twoMy arms had gone numb two hours ago, my back still burning, and my eyes puffy from all my shed tears. But I finally heard the door unlock and the footsteps coming up behind me. He pulled me off the hook and carried me over to the concrete slab, untying.