Heather had complained to Rob so many times about his golf days with the guys. Why couldn’t he do more around the house instead of wasting all that time and money chasing a ball around?
Now though, after taking the pill he had slipped in her orange juice a few weeks ago, she was more than happy to come out and caddy for him and his friends.
Each hole she’d get down in front of the flag and make sure they’d have a good target to putt for, when the ball would hit her pussy would send a bolt of pleasure right to her brain. She’d then crawl over to whoever had made the putt and give them a celebratory blowjob for a job well done.
