“Good lord no. He writes for a living. He might just manage to get off the tee if he could summon up an appropriate quotation from Kant; or possibly...Camus. He did play rugby at school but that was a long time ago. He plays squash. Not golf.”Mike looked directly into her eyes. “Well I’ll just have to play a round with you then,” he said with a smile.“I’m good for that,” said Em. “I’m looking for a hole in one.”He stared at her, astounded. Eventually he said, “You’re not backward in coming. God, she looked fucking incredible. The shorts were sucked into the crack of her ass, and I found myself fantasizing over it. I wanted to just reach out and squeeze it, to pull those shorts down and just stick my finger in between her legs...."This is taking way too fucking long. Let's take the stairs," she said and started walking down the hall. Unmoving, and having not registered what she had just said, I remained with my eyes latched onto her ass. I swear that it wobbled with each step she. "You could have taken her." Like hell! Did you see how she handled that hammer? She could havesmashed our heads like ripe pumpkins. Besides, don't we already knowwhere Mastiff was staying? If we need that stuff, we can send a team.Maybe two." Maybe three. Right now, we need to get organized. Thompson hasdisappeared but you can be damn sure he isn't gone. He didn?t go to allthis trouble to simply cut and run. He?ll be back and we need to beready.??Ready for what, exactly???How the hell should I. Mistress would start off by restraining me face down so she could pull my thong to the side & start teasing my pussy hole first with her fingers to loosen me up a bit before she would start insert an inflatable vibrating butt plug which the more I pleased her the more she would inflate it & turn up the vibration, this would go on for a while making sure I was losing control with pleasure slapping my arse with a riding crop and calling me the slut that I am then she would untie me then commanded.