"I know. Because I refused to make you my slave," I said, a bit exasperated about having to go into that again."You are wrong!" she said vehemently."H...uh?" Yes. I do want you to make me yours, but that wasn't why I was crying."I never really understood females, despite having been in the heads of two of them. Aimee was making this very obvious to me. I said nothing, allowing Aimee to continue."I was crying... because I was so happy for Debbie. Debbie still misses her father, but she now has. He filled his tank (and goggled at the price) before going into the store to find something to eat. He nodded at the kid at the counter - a junior at Eisenhower. Andy didn't know the guy's name but he recognized the face. He found a pack of chips and a soda before heading to the counter (which was behind a thick pane of Plexiglas)."Hey, Andy!" the guy said. Andy saw from the nametag that the kid's name was Colton. He recalled that he preferred a nickname for some reason."What's up, C.K.," Andy. "Okay Sissy Boy, get on your knees and take care of her."Kneeling down, smelling her pussy, as my mouth got closer, I licked from the bottom up to her clit. A moan escaped her lips letting me know she enjoyed this. I continued to lick her pussy clean, paying close attention to her clit, nibbling on it each time I reached it. Her moans became louder and her hands went to the back of my head, pulling me into her pussy as she let her orgasm go. Forcing her pussy into my face, she bucked as she. I got a caddy job and made the princely sum of about $5.00 to $7.00 a day, so by the end of the first week I had amassed a fortune (for me) of $30.00. Week days I didn’t make as much as weekend days when the club members were all off and playing.Mondays, the club was closed, and it was caddies day to play or use the pool or tennis. I didn’t play golf or tennis so I just went to the pool. The 2nd week of my employment, I was walking, with towel in hand, toward the country club and the lady.