She hit it very far indeed, but not straight. Her ball veered far-right -- safe from the water hazard but deep in the trees and undergrowth. She was, ...perhaps, closer to the pin than her rival, but unless she had a miracle lie, she was going to have a far-tougher second shot.When we got there, a little crowd was standing in a semicircle, a polite distance from Tess' ball. The lie was not that bad, and there wasn't much debris to contend with in the little clearing where her ball had come to. He had me over the proverbial barrel, after-all, I had been writing about such abuses since my girlhood, and my writings did nothing to mask my pleasure about being fucked in all manner of settings and places, so why now, why scream, just let him have his fun, clean up and continue shopping, that way I will succeed in enhancing my reputation as a sex goddess, and give more credibility to my story telling.'Never fucking mind who I am, we know who you are, you fucking slut'. His voice was thick. My body was getting hot. My conscience felt like it fading away to a dark place. Before I knew it I was in the bathroom washing my face. To my surprise it happened again, my eyes were crimson red and my hair was jet black. I could feel it through my deepest veins. My body wanted it, no my body needed it. It was a craving that I never felt before like I was hungry for something more than food. Part of me wanted to go back in the kitchen and fuck Amanda and Sarah until they were screaming their. Halfway through our workout you complain of the heat and strip down to a sports bra and some spandex shorts. You look over at me and make me feel at ease "No one's here, you don't have to keep the abs covered today".I pull my shirt up revealing my abs and I pull it back down quickly. You look crushed and call me a tease. You decide to skip a training station and go straight to the thigh machine. You ask me to check out your form to make sure that you’re doing it right. Your thighs open and.