They looked like they had just come from the golf course. There was a popular course nearby so they probably had.I watched them discreetly as Inga pla...ed her hands on the table and returned to her seat. It was obvious from their faces that they were getting a good view and that they were enjoying it.I glanced around and saw several others straining to see just how much of my new slave had just been exposed but the four golfers had the best view.I turned my attention back to Inga and saw that. Moral of the story: In life, no one helps you once you're screwed.SIMPLE TRUTH #2When a lady is pregnant, all her friends touch the stomach and say, "Congrats".But, none of them come and touch the man's penis and say, "Good job".Moral of the story: "Hard work is never appreciated."the Five Rules to Remember in Life1. Money cannot buy happiness, but it's more comfortable to cry in a Corvette than on a bicycle.2. Forgive your enemy, but remember the ass-hole's name.3. If you help someone when. I turned her around to face the TV. I groped her tits from behind and reached around her rubbing her pussy. Sara started moaning softly. She responded well to my touching. I pulled her body into me and I grinded my hard cock up against her lower back. I whispered into her ear to tell me what a dirty slut she was and to beg me to fuck her. It was almost like Sara had been training for this. She degraded herself and begged for me to plant my seed into every hole of her body. This was an. A tear was forming in the crook of Kia’s eye. I started speaking quickly, tumbling each new word out of my lips almost before I finished inflecting the last. I had to say something. I had to be the bigger man. The only man. I was terrified, I hurt and I wanted someone to hold me so badly, “But we don’t know what’s going on and we shouldn’t rush into things we don’t have the privacy to do without talking to everybody.”“You let Xiomara all over you,” She whispered and thumbed away tears. She only.