Please listen to my rules of engagement.“You will consider her my slave. You may talk with her, but she is not allowed to consent to anything. That�...�s my job. Whatever she says I will not allow you to touch her pussy. Tits just maybe but no pussy. It would be best if you don’t expect to touch her tits.“Our time together will run like this: My friend and I will undress each other. You may strip or not – it’s your call. She and I will play for as long as you want. You may watch from any angle but. ”“Yeah, she is cute.”Jon laughed, “You always did like the chubby girls, but yes she is nice looking.”As Mark finished getting dressed Jon turned his attention back to me and my ass. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and I whimpered.“I am going to fuck your ass now, you little coke whore,” he told me.“Uhhhh… yes… please,” I whimpered out in pain from my hair being pulled, but it was a pain I enjoyed.I realized Jon and Mark had very little respect for girls, well at. For a little while."It took me the rest of the bucket to steady out again and let my headlights dim down.Our tee time was up, so we went over to the clubhouse and claimed our carts. Mom "suggested" Bob and I ride together. Yes again!Bob let me drive. I think it had something to do with the fact that I climbed in behind the wheel and gave him a look which dared him to say anything."I like having a chauffeur," he grinned, so I drove the cart up the ten feet to the first tee.It's a long hole,. Here she was, all decked out and in the big city, just yearning for a bit of the bright lights."Okay then," she went on, "we stick around for the dust-to-dust stuff, but please can we forget about the stale donuts in the church basement?"Dad sort of sat there in his usual way. Pretending he didn't know us.Wondering who these sick strangers were sitting around his mother's livingroom profaning her memory. Well, no. He generally keeps quiet, keeping his batteries on recharge. The man knows humor,.