"I'll give these to Cuntslave to clean the toilet. They're not good for anything else now--you've ruined them."She grabbed one of my hands, still clut...hing the fabric of my skirt as I continued to expose myself to her disinterested gaze. She pulled me toward her, uncapped her pen and began to write on my naked mound, using me in much the same way one would use a scratch pad to doodle. The nib of the fountain pen bit into my skin with every stroke--I would not be surprised to find that she cut. It went in pretty far and Jo was now starting to moan a little and rotate her hips. Jen could tell that this was not the first time that Jo had something in her ass!Next Jen took the cucumber, which was not a large one, but had a pretty good circumference. She placed it at the entrance to Jo’s cunt and held it there. Jo moaned and started rotating her hips. The carrot was moving a little back and forth. Jen watched it for a few moments and then started slowing pushing the cucumber into Jo’s. His swing was very fast and the sound of its passage came almost at the same time the sound of the club hitting the ball.One of the pros said, "Oh my god. That is over three hundred yards."Tom said, "I will see what I can really do now. That was practice." Four balls were struck one after another and none were less that three hundred and twenty five yards.Margaret said, "You're a showoff Tom. Let a little woman like me have a few swings. Twenty years ago I had a three handicap."The pros fought. Now her face was at my crotch.Without warning, she dropped her head toward my prick, mouth open. God, the feeling of her tongue on my dick was priceless. She sucked like she was trying to win a Popsicle melting race, but all I was getting was harder. Now her hand was on my dick, holding it steady while she toyed with the tip, then slammed down to take more.She raised her head. "Oh, look! We've got an audience." Inga waved.I craned my neck to see Joy Cocksworth at the window, mouth open. Oh God,.