He’s staying home to grovel”. “For fuck’s sake” I muttered under my breath. I was supposed to be staying with Steve after the stag. Now I ha...d no party and nowhere to stay. “Are you alright there chief?” I glanced to my left. An older gentleman with grey hair was stood next to me at the bar. He seemed sincere.”I suppose so. I was supposed to be on a stag and they’ve all bailed on me. I need to figure out how I’m getting home!””That’s a bit shit mate. What are you drinking, I’ll get you one in on. .. she knew the cute girls ... and ... she was turning into one of them.“Be nice to your sister, Burt. It’ll pay off when you start dating,” Dad had said.He wasn’t ... and although admitting it pissed him off ... Dad was right.That Fall, Albert Jamison started college ... at Big Rapids ... Ferris State.That was three years ago. Every summer vacation Albert went somewhere besides home. Two summers he worked the boats. Last year he worked construction. If he went home, to Cadillac, Jannie made. My eyes traveled from the cup to her ball and I noticed, for the first time, that Rebecca wasn't wearing shorts that day. Instead she was wearing an athletic skirt. As she squatted down to read her putt, she was revealing that she was wearing purple panties too. Not only that, she was demonstrating that she had not yet learned about the wonders of tending the garden that grew between her legs or the miracle of the bikini wax. I was smitten with lust.Smitten my ass, I wanted to fuck her brains. As I told you, I love it in the butt. Few things make me feel so deliciously owned as when a man plows the backfield on me. Plunders my booty. Buggers me. Rams my rump. You get the idea.“I’d love to wear your collar, too. Maybe even one where you attach and detach a leash to it. I don’t think that you quite realize how much I love the idea of being your pleasure slave. Yes, I read the works of John Norman, his novels of Gor. I found the idea of being a kajira, a sex slave, truly delightful..