He's pissed off about something and he wants somebody he can yell at to make him feel better. His eyes light on me and then move to someone else. I'm ...ot even a caddy yet, so I'm kind of beneath his notice, and not really under his thumb yet either. "You, fuckface, quit trying to hide, get your ass out to the pro shop, you're carrying a single for Mrs. Diamond."You have to understand, Mrs. Diamond was the world's worst golfer, the slowest, and hands down, the one person caddies most hated to. Sadly, her personal life was not as successful. Her drive and ambition made her coworkers happier with subordinate than friend, and while everyone felt free to turn to her for support, she had no one she could turn to as any sign of less than iron control from her made her staff frightened. Her dating life was a disaster. Powerful men were either threatened by her or saw her only as an adornment. Beauty and power stand off those who are trustworthy, while attracting the worst of those who. Jean always helped me out when I was stuck like that."What are you feeling right now, Billy?" she asked as were walking in the hills behind our home.I'd been aware that her breasts were swaying inside her sweatshirt and wondered if she had departed from her usual conservative attire to pique interest or if she'd simply grown accustomed to me.Picking up a rock, I heaved it as far as I could into the wooded canyon and muttered, "Oh, nothin'." I've seen you do that a thousand times," she observed,. I don’t know when she came in, the moment I turned to the door which was opened she was standing there staring my body.Since I used to go to gym I had good shape and muscles. She came in bathroom took soap from me started to wash my back. Her hands were going till my ass, she was feeling my ass cheeks. Thank god I was wearing my boxer. She was doing that for more than 15 min. My dick was making a tent. She observed it and asked me to finish and come fast. My sixth sense was telling that.