So, why wouldn’t my feet move? Eleven years later and I still dreaded this place. All the old signs were there. My heart was racing, my palms were s...eaty and I was stuck at the bottom of the stairs. Ah, home sweet home. ‘Buck up, Nicolai, this isn’t going to be that bad! You aren’t a kid anymore. Yeah, just keep chanting this in your head, Niko and everything will be fine!’ Great! Another sign of being home, I am talking to myself. With an exaggerated sigh, I forced myself to walk up the steps,. James then binds her ankles to the legs of the table. A lick per guest, as only a hospitable host will offer. The men scramble to form a shoddy excuse of a line near James. The first kneels and takes a long, slow lick of Isabelles glistening pussy. She squirms at his touch, whining, and the man then reluctantly walks off, pulling his cock from his trousers as he does. The line then continues, one after enough, each man kneels and tastes James new fruit. Some men take quick licks, barely able. Get down, bitch."He quickly undid the dog collars around his thighs just above his kneesand unclipped the hasp from the ring behind his scrotum, his full ballsnearly bursting with cum. He lowered himself to his knees, stilljacking off, then sat back, putting his buttocks on his heels. He wasnever allowed to form a seat for himself by bending his toes, raisinghis heels. He had to bend his ankles, keeping his feet parallel withhis shins. He quickly spread his knees as far apart as he could. I was standing on the practice putting area, a nicely pitched, undulating horror story of a green, playing one of my new favorite games "Sink the Impossible Putts", when I heard someone walk up behind me. I proceeded to sink five straight damned near impossible putts, at least as far as my watcher was concerned. At the end a male voice behind me said"There is no way you can do that again."I turned around and looked at him. Tall, younger than me, good looking, well dressed, expensive golf.