She was late and he pressed a button to allow her to enter the property. As she drove up the winding driveway the lightheadedness disappeared, and she...took notice of the outside workers who seemingly were all black men. The driveway intersected the two eighteen hole courses, and she never failed to take great pride in the fact that it was her father who had the Club purchase hundreds of acres around the original eighteen holes. The club, as a result, not only owned the property for thirty-six. .. girl is so hot, Sir. It's so exciting t... talking like this with my hands bound, Sir." Very good, Dominique. I hope you won't be too disappointed if I remove them." Taking her into my arms, she melted against me as I reached behind her and removed the cuffs. She looked up at me and I kissed her lips gently, whispering, "Take a shower and come down to dinner. You'll find a change of clothes in the wardrobe. Wear nothing but what I have provided for you." Thank you, Sir." She rubbed her. He inched forward and I guessed right off what he wanted so I let him slide his cock into my mouth. He sighed and started to slowly rock in and out of my mouth. I kept a bit of suction and my lips quite tight. He was fucking my mouth and loving it.“See Shane this is a way to fuck a boy who does not want his bum fucked. Dean is loving this aren’t you nipper?”I nodded and he fucked me a bit faster. Now the head was starting to bang against the back of my throat a bit.“So that guy really hurt you. As I thumbed erect nipples, I felt Mrs Craddock take hold of my erection between latex finger and thumb. Then her soft tongue came into play. I groaned beneath the pressure of Mrs Cathcart’s lace-covered sex. “The lad’s enjoying himself,” Mrs Cathcart said. “How does his cock taste?”“Correct terminology, please!” Mrs Craddock exclaimed, her tongue coming away from me.“Stop being such a prude, Becky,” Mrs Cathcart told her. “Suck him good! You know you want to!”She’d more or less voiced my own.