Quickly I jerked to a stop and said, "Oh, 'scuse me, mister! I didn't see ya!" I bent down, retrieving marbles, most of which had fallen in the nearby... grass."Hey, Herschell," I heard JB yell over my head as I bent. "You see what that little shit did?" He gave a rough laugh. I didn't know what he would do next. I could not see him from my bent-over position. But I knew I was terrified. I could see my hands shake as I fished for one marble at a time. I had no idea what would happen next.I didn't. " I queried, trying to get to the business at hand."Would you like a cocktail?" Karen asked, with her devious smile still radiating confidence as she got up and headed to her kitchen."If you are having one, I'm happy to join you" I ceded. One thing I have learned about the country club wives is whatever their pleasure is, is my pleasure. Drinks at 10am? Sure. Tease me with slutty outfits while I twitch in my seat? No Problem. Whatever it takes to get the business is my motto.Karen returned a. "And how do I fix that?" she said.I bent down and lowered my voice."You remember," I said, "that if you win this competition, you'll be able to suck the biggest, fullest dick you've ever had in your life."Her eyes involuntarily dropped to my crotch."And if I don't?" she said after moistening her lips.I reached down and cupped her chin with my hands, probably the most intimate gesture I'd used in two seasons of competition. I pulled her up to look into my eyes and smiled."It won't come to that,". ‘You’ll adjust.’ She slid a hand underneath him to fondle his cock, and he tried to breathe deeply and relax. Her hand fondling his cock soon distracted him from the pain in his ass, and it took him by surprise when she trust deeper. But this time it didn’t hurt, and it felt strangely proper the way her strap-on filled his ass. He wasn’t able to think about it long, though, because she was still rubbing his cock and balls with her delicate fingers. ‘That’s it, lover,’ she encouraged. ‘How does.