“Yes but put it back when you’re done,” I said, “And make sure it’s the plug that goes back in, not anything else,” I laughed. “Promise...,” he laughed and pulled on the plug to ease it out of my arse. “Fuck babe! That’s a hole right there!” “Just wash it Sam,” I giggled, and he did, gently and thoroughly! Sam got his lubricant from his room and came back to lube my rosebud and the plug to replace it. He held it at the opening and pushed slowly watching it go in easily, I moaned imagining it. She playfully smacked my arm and said I was such a bad boy. I told her I was sorry for that remark, but she said please don’t be, I am glad you feel playfulness around me. I told come over when she was ready.Before I left, I gave her my address and told her to maybe pack an over night bag, and on the way home, picked up two nice filet mignons, pre made salad, and some other veggies, and in the deli case, they had twice baked potato’s, which looked real good. Then at home, I straightened up the. But protocol wouldn't allow Kim to approach competitors on the fairway, any closer than she already was. I had to go to her.So I did. "Kim, here's the keys to the Scion. Would you go back and get a dry shirt -- something dark -- and a bra for Tess?"Kim looked out at Tess -- a good 20 yards away -- and said, "Yeah, I guess I'd better."She took off at flank speed.We were on the 17th tee, waiting, once again, for a slow-play group ahead of us, when Kim got back. She had a plastic bag with her,. Now was my time to find out just how liberal I really am. When I arrives at my office there were three e-mail messages waiting for me as soon as I booted up my computer. They were all from Molly. The first two were schedules of meetings that Jessica had set up for me that would prepare me for some cases she had assigned to me. The third one was interesting. Jessica wanted me to meet with her at 11:30 am in her office. At her request, I was not to bring anything to the meeting. No briefcase, no.