Mr. Clark is the president of the club and Ms. Clark, well... you'll see. And try not to stare at her tits, okay?" He added, "And the way she looks to...ay, it's gonna be tough. Hurry up I gotta go jerk off in my office."'Okay,' I thought. My dad said the caddy master was a little off, but at least it was a chance to make some money.I took the bags and lugged them out to the first tee. I saw an older guy and I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Tom," I said."Yeah okay," came the response from the old. Then the second incident.And then the third incidentAfter we'd progressed from one step to the next, I had come to the assumption that eventually it would simply stop. I knew we'd been taking immoral, indecent, and unethical risks with each other. It started with some simple joking. Then progressed to some long, dirty and sexual conversations. Which in turn led to a very heated make-out session.And several weeks later, we wound up naked, involved sexually in ways that I never would have. Other times she went for the truly slutty. Mostly she loved the sexy garter belt and stocking look. John loved it when she wore this out in public. He loved knowing that everyone else was looking at his prim and proper school teacher wife, while he knew what was under her clothes. Thinking about those garters and stockings made his cock hard. He’d take her to a private area and finger her until she came when she wore this. When Pam had a few drinks, she’d find ways to secretly blow him, making. "That's right. Sodomize the little bitch." Mr. White's fist worked up and down. Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. White coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. Yellow didn't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would have guessed he'd just finished with another girl ten minutes ago. Her tears stained the sheets and Mr. Red's heavy balls slapped her pussy. Esha's face was tight and every time he pushed she gave a woman's tennis.