00. Week days I didn’t make as much as weekend days when the club members were all off and playing.Mondays, the club was closed, and it was caddies...day to play or use the pool or tennis. I didn’t play golf or tennis so I just went to the pool. The 2nd week of my employment, I was walking, with towel in hand, toward the country club and the lady across the street about 4 doors from us, called to me. Her name was (is?) (have no idea she still alive) Olive. She was the divorced daughter of. I felt her panties and she was moist already. She agreed and stroked my cock all the way home.Up in her room she shyly undressed. I should have been patient and fumbling with her like Donny would be, but I wasn't. I devoured her. I ate at her pussy like a starving man until she begged me to stop. I mounted this young beauty trying to be gentile, however I snapped her hymen and continued fucking her fast. She was scared and confused; I kept kissing her hard to stop her protests. It didn't even. You would be yelling "what the fuck are you doing?" I would tell you "shut up you fucking slut, I own you now and I'm gonna fuck you how ever I want to." You would try to run, I would catch you force you on the bed and you would feel my erect cock in my pants rub against you as a forced you back down on the bed. That's a bad slut, I tie you to the bed. That's better. I would rip your clothes off your body. Groping your tits. Feeling your pussy. Wow you really are a slut. Your pussy. Ianread the pamphlet. "You can't be serious, these rings can't do that, and whatmakes you think that I'd want to anyway", he said. Jane didn't reply, shejust smiled at him, he knew that she was thinking about the time that theywent a party, and he had travelled across London, on public transport,dressed as a woman, only to discover that it wasn't a fancy dress party afterall, still most people there didn't know him, they were Jane's workmates, andmost didn't even realise that he was a man. When.