#321108 - You give a groan of desire and grind back, at the same time squeezing my tits and grunting: ‘Go for it, bitch, go for it, you slut!’ You step back for a moment, and we are both panting for breath, our nostrils flared and our nipples hard and erect. As we stroll to the twelfth tee, you admit to me that you are not a beginner at golf, that you played quite regularly some years ago but then the demands of business crowded it out – that you were really wanting a refresher course, but when you saw a piece in the local newspaper about my taking up this job, and saw my picture, you decided it would give more opportunities if you pretended to know nothing of the game. Almost fainting with shock, I clutch desperately at the tree trunk to keep me upright, as sensations wash through me.