"I never could understand why any woman would object to being called 'little' or 'lady'." He continued. "'Specially when they're a cute little bundle ...ike you." With that the man turned and continued to walk, leaving Rosie debating whether she should continue following him or turn around and head back towards the safety of her car. I've come this far, she thought as she hurried after the junkyard owner, Steve god damn well better appreciate this."I didn't mean to insult you." Rosie said as she. "I hate to say this but I'm not a very good golfer. I shoot around 90 and with this being an unfamiliar course, I'll probably be closer to 100," I told him."Don't worry about it. Maybe I can give you a few pointers on the range if you like," he said."I'd really appreciate that. Thank you," I said.I put my golf shoes on as I had brought my own. Phil asked me to show him my warm up routine. I did, and he suggested I add some stretching to my regimen. He told me to hit a few balls and he would. .. Then! then all my resolution deserted me: I screamed out, and fainted away with the sharpness of the pain; and, as he told me afterwards, on his drawing out, when emission was over with him, my thighs were instantly all in a stream of blood, that flowed from the wounded torn passage.When I recovered my senses, I found myself undressed and a-bed, in the arms of the sweet relenting murderer of my virginity, who hung mourning tenderly over me, and holding in his hand a cordial, which, coming. She would make use of the private room she had.She she began to stumble away feeling like at least one person was following her. She almost didn't care who. However if it was the matainence guy she might of had to shoo him away. Unless his cock was big. Then maybe she would oblige. At this point she just wanted a great night of lust.She entered her cabin, having heard footsteps behind her the whole way. She left her steel hatch unlocked. The door open slightly. She stood at the edge of her bed.