“Golf again?!?” asked Kelly accusingly.
It wasn’t like I had been golfing a lot, really, just half a dozen times all year. But each time I did get out Kelly always had something else she had expected me to do.
“It’s the last round of the year honey, so yes, again.”
That had been last year though, over the winter I’d found some subliminal software that guaranteed results and I’d decided to give it a try.
Now whenever I go golfing and she wants to complain about it she instead has a need to put on the harness I found online and masturbate.
By the time I’m done my round she’s been on the edge for hours and so desperate to cum she doesn’t even remember wanting to complain about my round of golf.