He got something to eat while the other two were catching up to the man, and almost screwed up when a new ball was brought into play for the president...to putt with.He decided that, once the ball was on the green, the fifteen Secret Service agents surrounding said property were probably capable of seeing where it went without his assistance.Twice, he wished somebody might actually be hiding in the woods with a sniper rifle.The first was when the ball landed in the rough, near the trunk of a tree. "Open up you dirty pervert!!" She exclaimed.I slid the bolt and started to open the door. She pushed it wide and stood, naked, hands on hips looking at me. Her eyes flicked down, to my hard cock still grasped in my left hand."Dan!!" she exclaimed. Then stepped into my cubicle, pulling the door shut behind her. Flicking the bolt across, and her wet hair back over her shoulder. "I think we can do better than that." She smiled, and dropped to her knees in front of me. She pushed my hand away from. I could tell he was nervous. He was wringing his hands, but he kept his eyes on me as I sipped the drink he had sent me. He was overweight and short, wearing wire-rimmed oval glasses on his little round pink face. I surveyed the room, all of those lawyers in their slick expensive suits were too busy watching the college basketball game on the big screen to notice me, so I decided to take a chance on the shortie. I walked over to him and he readjusted himself a thousand different ways in his. She threw a pillow picking it from the sofa. She then opened the balcony door and checked whether the washed clothes got wet or not in the rain.She sighed saying the clothes had tasted the rain and she missed it. She being the only lovely daughter of her father is a playful brat. I reminded her that she is a bad mannered housewife. She forgot to give any drink to the guest. She left to the kitchen after my constant nagging for a hot coffee.She came back bringing the aroma of coffee along with.