The problem was how to use it without revealing how we had obtained it, since we did not want to risk exposing my skills as a hacker for this was very...illegal. We had also to work out how to we would accomplish this without revealing the fact that our discoveries we made through illegal means so we had to find a way to hide the fact that I had actually hacked into our computer systems. After some discussion David decided to bring in Marjory's father since he was on the board of our loan scheme. Unfortunately, my caddy had an accident and sprained his ankle. I don't have anyone to replace him." Is there no one else who can take his place?" I asked in ignorance."Not really. I could hire some kid, but I wouldn't have anyone who knew anything about my game or me for that matter. It wouldn't work out." Well," I said, thinking fast. "I don't see any alternative then. I'll have to caddy for you." What? Are you serious?" Yes ... absolutely. First of all we know each other ... at least a. I’d even gone with Wendy to one of her therapy sessions and with her permission had seen her therapist, Sheila Garvey, a few times, by myself. It had helped me understand that Wendy simply needed to surrender her will on occasion and let someone else be completely responsible for her. It allowed her mind to purge itself of emotions, memories, and responsibility that threatened all the time to overwhelm her. I understood this intellectually. But I thought it was just too kinky.“Tell me, Tony,”. I CRY OUT AND CONTORT WITH PAIN BUT YOU IGNORE ME. YOU SLIDE YOUR FINGERS BACK INTO MY PIGTAILS, GRABBING A HANDFUL OF MY BRIGHT RED LOCKS AND FORCING MY FACE HARDER INTO THE GROUND.“YOU LIKE THAT YOU DIRTY SLUT?” YOU GROWL, KNOWING FULL WELL THAT I'M ENJOYING EVERY SECOND OF IT.YOUR HANDS SNAKE THEIR WAY AROUND ME TO MY FACE AND YOU FISHHOOK ME FROM BOTH SIDES, STILL POUNDING FULL force. MY WET TONGUE GENTLY TICKLES YOUR FINGER TIPS. YOU SMILE TO YOURSELF AS YOU REMEMBER MY PECULIAR HAND.