The model of the facilities was finished and it was spectacular. The roofs were removable to show the inside configuration of both the pro shop and th... clubhouse. They had even placed the models on a landscaped setting showing the position of the two buildings in relation to the course. They had done a hell of a job. It was worth the cost.The power carts arrived on time, complete with decals bearing the course name. I really liked that touch. They would be stored in one of the maintenance. I opened a chat window and was chatting about my day and what I had planned. I had a rare shopping trip planned, time away from a husband who works from home. Having realized how horny I was they soon challenged me to wear a vibe on the bus for the entire journey. Bearing in mind this is fifty minutes each way I agreed to what was soon to be an interesting day. Shaved pussy ready, lubricated with my juices, I placed, what I thought to be the quietest, most discreet vibe I owned in my pussy,. Rough sex was encouraged, but signs of abuse were not allowed on the face (although slapping was encouraged). Also, if a parent wanted to have sex with their own children while other people watched, a ten dollar fee was to be donated to the group fund. Needless to say, the fund had gotten quite large.It was a late Friday afternoon in April when Alice, the school’s principal, and John Clapper stood on the school’s auditorium stage and faced the audience of students and the incest parents. This. How could I have been so stupid?"Soft brown eyes glistened with glee. She smiled broadly, dimples emerging. "Got 'cha. I'm on the pill."When I didn't smile with relief, she added, "And I don't have my period. I was just teasing."Flopping back on the bed, relief coursed through me. My heart had actually been racing. Keira leaned over me, her arms crossed on my chest, her pretty face studying me with a smile. "You should be spanked," I told her, reaching up to brush a stray tendril of pale red.