Paul did swing and like always it looked bad. Paul never beat me in a game of golf straight up. Very seldom he would beat me with his high handicap.It...was my turn and true to form I did great.“Looks like you will be buying the drinks again in the club” I told PaulPaul just shrugged like aways. I did not have to get in his mind to mess up his game. He did it good enough on his own.Lind just looked and shook her head. Second hole was the same.Again Ling shook her head and this time she did groan. " Say nothing about what happened here tonight Sara, no harm will come toyou. You should go home and sleep now, we'll talk when I come back towork, but I need to leave now." She stood up turning toward me then."I, I need to feed," I could feel it in her voice, her touch, as itemanated from her. I took her hand then, leading her from the room. Momma,Jasmin and Rachel following behind us. I knew Adrian would leave guardiansbehind to contain the scene.Less than a minute later we were racing. I'm finger-fucking my cunt while lying in piss. Damn, that makes me horny. I'm not even close to coming when a voice startles me out of my stupor. "So that's why your room's smelled faintly of bedpans," my mother's voice says dryly. My legs snap shut as I jolt to an upright position, right hand still trapped between my legs. "Mom! What are you doing home?!" I ask dumbly. I hunch over, trying to cover my breasts with my other hand. Right now, my nipples are poking out through my dress shirt,. Set the tone as it were.’ I suggested strawberry juice as well as citrus to make them pink and she thought it was a splendid notion. The ‘tit jugs’ were two large and vulgar Victorian glass jugs an uncle of Vicky’s had brought home from India. They were formed as huge breasts, the main part of the glass being clear but the nipples large and pink. We both hated them but they were perfect for the occasion. Our guests were due to arrive around 8. At 6 she checked everything was ready then took me.