Evan laughed. “Do you need some help?” “I don’t know what I am doing wrong!” I declared. Evan stepped from the golf cart. He put his hands o... my waist and repositioned me by the ball. My bald pussy was only inches from his crotch. I could tell he had a huge hard on. I pushed my ass up against him and wiggled my butt, brushing against his erection, as I repositioned my hands on the club handle. “Stop and behave,” he instructed, “. . .before we get into trouble.” “I can’t,” I replied, “ . .and. .. " I was amazed that several girls would titter and blush when he said that, but then agree to run away that very night, or soon thereafter. Of course, they didn't believe him... after all, slavery isn't real, everyone knows that... and besides that would be illegal, wouldn't it?After a while, he let me meet the guy who took the girls off his hands... no names, of course, just meet him, and I was given the okay to start bringing in some girls myself. I emulated WildFeather… I would hang out. Rope after rope of sperm flooded her insides. I laid down next to her, we spooned and fell asleep in each others arms for the second time that day.I woke up the next morning, Sunday, to find Megan sucking on my morning wood. This really was the first time I have had this happen to me, in the morning that is. I let her find a comfortable pace that she was alright with. She took as much as she could, and was soon going full speed, using her hands to massage my testicles while deep throating me. I. Can we go somewhere? I need to say some things, and... well, not here." When I got your note, I cancelled our check-out. The room's still ours. Do you want to go there?" Yes, that's fine. How did you know I was here, Mary?" Some spy you'd make, writing a cell-phone number on hotel stationery."In their room, Mary hung out the Do Not Disturb sign. Ken went to the telephone and cancelled their flights. Then he said, "Anyone want coffee, food?" No, Ken, I've eaten." So have we."Hesitantly, Iris.