We were on the first tee, and from a distance saw a young woman begin hitting balls about ten minutes before our tee time. Could not see her that well... or see where the balls she hit landed.When she walked towards the first tee, with her caddie, Bill let out a low whistle. "Whew, this gal is stacked."Then, I recognized her. Stumbling on the words, I said, "Damn, that is Kelly Morgan. The Kelly Morgan that plays on the Ladies Professional Golf Tour."As she walked up to us, she looked us over. "Thank you Master Dave", came out of Slave Boy's mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to "Shut Up". I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn't take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.He was getting close to orgasm. If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he. I got a call from another lady. She introduced herself as Sanjana and she got my number from Bhavana. She works in the same office and told me she is looking for massage as she has back problem. I said ok will meet u over the weekend and with her voice, I thought this is yet another boring massage session without fun. The same night of talking, she sent me a massage in WhatsApp saying hi, I checked her DP to see how she looks and to my bad luck there were 5 women in the DP and all looked at. Her (second) husband, Bradley, was a nice enough guy but a bit of a dork and I could imagine that they had had sex a couple of times soon after they met, just to confirm their couple status, but then left it alone, because sex was an inconvenience that could get in the way of real life.Some Sunday afternoons at their house they would get out the photographs and videos of family holidays, which was fun for them but boring for me. But once I had started looking at Mrs Hubert in the flesh I came.