An old friend from high-school offered her some physical relief, but never the emotional sustenance that she needed.Her father was developer and he as...ed her to come in to answer phones. Her people skills and problem solving skills allowed her to grow into a position where she was promoted to CFO within two short years.Completely devoid of emotional comfort, she threw herself into her work and compensated by making the men she worked with feel inferior. Holding their paychecks over their heads. I attacked her back.Without backing, she also hit at me. It was jabbed flying all over and was becoming brutal. I connected a couple, she connected a couple. The bell rang and the second round was over, how much she scored and how much I scored, I did not have any idea now.The third round started now. This time, we tried the kicks also. She was the first one to connect the kicks, which set me back. I tried to return the kick but was not able to connect. But as I moved forward she took me by. The room was softly lit by the moonlight seeping through the sheer curtains. The repetivd sound of her breathing soon lulled me to sleep too.I am not sure how long I had slept, but something stirred me awake. I felt a warm wetness on my groin and heard whispers. I opened my eyes, and blinked to let my eyes adjust. I could make out the dim figure of a young black girl knelt between my legs and gently running her tongue on the underside of my waking cock. Another skinny blonde hovered next. Her concentration was complete. If one of us hit a good shot, softly, she would comment, “Nice, very nice.” Other then that, she was absorbed with her ball, the course, and her swing which was as smooth as it was powerful. On the sixteenth, Ed said to me, “A machine, a damn machine, a great damn machine.” On the eighteenth, she thanked us. “I understand that you play four times a week at this time, could I join you for the next week?” “We would be delighted,” we all said at once. After she.