Acquisition 26/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
Pam dressed in her mommy clothes on the patio and headed across the yards to her
home. Her steps were short and choppy. The presence of the butt plug was making
itself felt. She was also trying to shift gears from the frenzied sexual
exhibitionism of the last few hours to her shy wife and doting mom persona. "Was
she still that person?" Pam asked herself. She had displayed herself in the most
wanton way tonight. She had sucked men's cocks into her mouth and she had
swallowed a man's cum. She would never have done those things before. She would
never have done those things if Bess hadn't ordered her. But she couldn't deny
that she had enjoyed them. The men had called her a cunt, and talked about her
body as if she were a piece of meat with no value except as a sex toy. And she
had felt things that she had never felt before.
In Pam's dress pocket were the Ben Wa balls. She walked slowly, disjointed
images rolling through her mind. Cocks and cooking, dishes and dildos, kids and
cunts all jumbled together. She entered her home quietly, suddenly realizing
that that she must be giving off a tell- tale odor and looked a mess. She hadn't
even wiped off the make up she had put on.
She met her husband as he entered the kitchen. "I thought I heard you come in.
How was the dinner?"
"Fine," Pam answered quietly.
Bill continued, "I didn't think you would stay for the whole thing, it's 10
o'clock. The girls are in their room and I'm going to hit the bed myself. We
have an 8:00 tee time, that means I'll have to get up at 6:30."
"Yeah, I'm tired too. The kitchen at Bess' was hot." She hoped the lie would
explain her bedraggled appearance.
"Hey you have something on your cheek," Bill noticed. He pulled his handkerchief
from his pocket and licked the corner. Then he stepped up to his wife and dabbed
at her cheek.
"Just a little spot of something white and crusty," he said.
Pam' panicked on the inside. "My God, what if he can tell? I should have cleaned
up before I came home, but Bess rushed me out so fast."
Pam willed herself to answer calmly. "Oh, it must be the special sauce that Bess
had on the desert. It splattered and got everywhere, I guess I missed a spot."
Bill finished cleaning the dried cum from her face and put his handkerchief back
in his pocket.
"There, all clean, honey," and he kissed the cheek he had just wiped.
He hadn't noticed anything wrong, "Thank God," the housewife thought. Then she
continued out loud, "Bill, I'm a mess, I need to hit the shower." Pam headed
upstairs as fast as she could. In the bathroom she noticed that she didn't have
her rings. Bess still had them. "God, I hope Bill doesn't notice." It would be
OK. She could tell Bill that she took them off while preparing the meal and
forgot to put them back on. She sometimes did that at home.
Pam climbed into a hot shower. As she scrubbed herself clean, she couldn't scrub
away the guilt she felt about lying to Bill. She would have to get that
handkerchief out of his pants and wash it.
But as she ran her soapy hands over her body Pam soon forgot the guilt and even
laughed to herself about the lie, "a desert sauce!" Then she sensuously stroked
her legs with the washcloth.
Once she was scrubbed clean Pam wrapped a bathrobe around herself and picked up
her clothes to put in the hamper. She heard the Ben Wa balls click together in
the pocket of her discarded dress.
She couldn't help herself. In just moments she dropped the robe and was sitting
naked on the toilet. Using one hand to hold herself open and the other to slip
the steel balls into her cunt. She shivered as she stood and slipped on a pair
of panties. Staring in the mirror she caressed her breasts. "God, I'm horny all
the time these days," Pam said out loud to her reflection. Since being on Bess'
diet she had always felt hungry and empty. But now, for some reason, the
fullness in her ass and cunt from the balls and plug filled not only her holes,
but the emptiness that had been gnawing at her for weeks.
Pam and Bill slept soundly, but early in the morning Pam woke and looked at her
husband who was sleeping peacefully. Her pussy and ass were on fire. She wasn't
used to being so completely filled for such lengths of time and never her ass.
The butt plug would take some getting used to, she decided. Despite the presence
of the foreign objects, she was highly aroused. Her attention fell to the only
object it could in this situation, her slumbering husband. Pam gently pulled
back the sheet covering his body. She could see some skin at the fly flap of his
pajama bottoms. Bill had a morning semi-erection. Pam was drawn to it. Before
she could stop herself, her hand was spreading open his fly and exposing his
cock to the morning light. Bill stirred momentarily before settling back, still
asleep. Pam gently used a finger to pry the semi-hard cock out of the fly. She
licked her lips unconsciously, and thought how nice it would be to take his warm
prick into her mouth. But Bill stirred again. Pam quickly turned away, feigning
sleep as her husband roused himself and headed into the bathroom. She wished she
could show Bill all of the wonderful things she had learned over the past few
months, but he would never understand. His knowledge of her was as a chaste wife
and mother; and his lack of sexual awareness was beginning to frustrate the
'new' Pam to no end.
Pam struggled out of bed and put on her bathrobe. As she moved, both her ass and
cunt became moist making the objects inside of her more comfortable and soothing
the dryness that had occurred overnight.
She headed for the kitchen to prepare Bill's breakfast. She did this more out of
her continued guilt rather than a desire to please him. Soon Bill was off for
his golf day and Pam was preparing her kids breakfast. They were bundles of
energy in the morning and her bundles of joy. She enjoyed the early morning with
them, eating breakfast and talking. Then they were off on their bikes to visit
friends on Saturday morning.
As the kids were leaving the phone rang. it was Bess instructing her to "get
over here for a workout." She also said that they would do some late morning,
early afternoon tanning since it was going to be a warm sunny day.
Pam quickly dressed in shorts and a pullover shirt. She left her panties on, but
didn't bother with a bra. Pam wrote the girls a note, telling them to make
themselves a sandwich when they got home at lunch. She added, "XXX's and OOO's
Love, Mom. PS I will be at Bess' house."
Pam headed across the grass with an excited gate, not even the butt plug slowing
her down. The grass was still moist with the morning dew, and the new day held
promise. Pam felt a comfort as she stripped off her clothes on the patio. Bess
had left the back door open with only the screen door shut. The air was cool and
sweet.
Inside Pam found her rings on the table, but no 'Mr. Friendly.' She left the
rings where they were, deciding to put them on later. She called out to Bess and
headed to the basement when she heard her reply, "Get down here to exercise."
Once there she asked Bess if she could go to the bathroom. Her butt plug hadn't
been out since last night and simply put she needed to take a shit.
Bess said, "Yes, and leave it out when you are finished, but keep the balls in.
I think that exercising with something nestled inside your pussy will be
enjoyable for you."
After returning from the bathroom Pam felt like her sphincter was open and was
concerned that she might soil herself during the strenuous workout. Bess had her
bend over and inspected Pam's asshole, even slipping a finger into the sphincter
opening to check for tightness. She declared that it was fine and to start
working out. But Pam's feeling of openness remained, although she didn't have
any accidents.
The exercise routine went quickly even with the additional weight that Bess had
Pam use. Her muscles were well defined now, but still with a feminine roundness
that was very sexy. After the work out Bess took Pam's weekly measurements and
to the delight of both women, Pam had made it to every goal-- except for the
increase in breast size. Her chest was larger but not quite the 38 inch D-cup
Bess wanted. "I'll have to think of another way to firm up and increase the size
of your tits, Pet. The exercising and breast binding just aren't doing enough.
Pam looked crestfallen. She had made all of her goals, why wouldn't her breasts
respond?
Bess hugged her. "It's OK. I'm really proud of you, you have worked hard and
your body has gotten into great shape. Let's relax on the patio and catch some
sun."
They walked up the stairs. "Pet you get the lounge chairs in the garage, I'm
going to fix us some iced tea."
The two women were soon struggling with the chairs on the patio. They were dusty
and needed oiling. But as luck would have it Bess' retired handymen showed up at
just the right time.
Mr. Odom and his buddies knocked on the patio gate. Pam froze for a moment
fearing that it might be her daughters, and was actually relieved when Bess
opened the gate and ushered the three old men into the enclosure.
"Look who is here, Pet! I'll bet these three strong men can fix our lounge
chairs."
The three men were quiet for a moment as they faced two naked women.
"Holy shit, would you look at that!" One of the men exclaimed.
"Two naked broads in my neighborhood," Mr. Odom laughed, "Who would have
believed it?" Then he continued with a smirk, "Hello Bess, good to SEE YOU. And
a special hello to you Mrs. Henderson. I saw your husband and kids leave
earlier, so you must have some time to yourself this morning."
Pam left her hands at her sides, not bothering to try and cover up, "Yes, Mr.
Odom. I just want to work on my tan," Pam shot back, irritated with the man's
arrogance. "What did he do, spy on everything that went on in the neighborhood?"
Pam thought.
"Hey Clyde, enough of the chit-chat," responded Bess. "Can you guys fix these
chairs? If you can't then we are just going inside and the show is over."
The three men stumbled all over themselves trying to get the folding lounge
chairs. They quickly discovered that they needed some oil and a wrench to
tighten some bolts. Clyde dispatched one of the men to his garage for what they
needed. The old man covered the distance between Bess' patio and Mr. Odom's
garage in record time. He was soon back inside the gate, puffing hard. "I hope
the old goat doesn't have a heart attack," Bess thought.
Pam and Bess stood next to each other in the sun watching the men work. At one
point the housewife reached down and took Bess' hand in hers. Bess reacted. She
wasn't sure if her response was to exert control or out of love, but she raised
the hand to her lips and kissed it. Pam beamed an innocent and genuine smile
back at Bess. An unspoken communication flashed between Bess and her possession.
Now Bess knew that it was an action of servitude for Pam and control for her.
She raised her face towards the warm sun and smiled, feeling the energy course
through her lithe body.
The lounge chairs were soon ready. The men had even hosed them off, so they were
nice and clean for the female flesh.
After adjusting the chairs so that they were flat and orienting them to the sun,
Bess laid down on her stomach. Her legs, tight ass and well defined back clearly
her best feature. They were exposed. Out of some sense of wanting to hide as
much of her nudity as possible, Pam also began to lay face down. Bess
immediately said, "No Pet, lay on your back. Let's get some color on your
front."
Pam reluctantly reversed herself so that her pussy and tits were exposed to the
Sun and to the gawking men. Pam rested her head and closed her eyes trying to
block out the three dirty old men and to imagine that she was just her with
Bess.
She heard the shuffling of feet. The men took their seats at the picnic table.
They soon began playing rummy. She could hear them talk about the game. Their
card game discussion was interspersed with observations about the two women's
bodies. Most of it about Pam's tits or pussy, but occasionally they would remark
about what a nice athletic ass Bess had. Pam was actually able to block it out
and enjoy the sun on her body. She had never sunned in the nude and found the
heat on her breasts and loins intense and stimulating. She knew that she was wet
and could feel the moisture flowing around the Ben Wa balls that she had grown
so accustomed to. After 15 minutes the men became bored with the whole thing,
and Mr. Odom said, "All the two of you are going to do is lay there."
"Hey Clyde," responded Bess, "You're getting to look at the two most beautiful
bodies in this part of town. What the hell are you complaining about?"
"Bess you have a nice ass and all. You know we all like looking at that married
bitch you got under your thumb, but after awhile it gets boring."
"Tell you what Clyde. Who ever wins the next hand can put some lotion on my
'nice ass' and back. How about that?"
"That sounds good to me. Let's play, boys."
There was silence for the next few minutes as the men focused all their
attention to winning the card game.
Harold won. With Clyde and Frank cheering him on, he approached Bess' chair. She
looked up at him and smiled. Then tossed him a plastic bottle of sun lotion.
"Cover me good, old man. I don't want to burn."
Harold happily squeezed out some lotion on Bess' back and began to rub it in. It
was clear that he was reticent about touching her buttocks. Finally when he had
rubbed her back much more than necessary, Bess reached behind her and placed one
of his hands on her firm muscular ass. "Don't be shy, you have got to do my ass
and thighs or I will burn." Harold rubbed his oily hands across Bess buttocks,
then squeezed out another dollop of lotion. Now he began kneading the firm
slender ass in earnest and Bess responded by telling him how good it felt. This
spurred Harold onto greater effort and was soon rubbing any part of Bess that
was exposed. An altogether delightful experience for the horny athlete.
Clyde finally spoke up again. "How about if the winner of the next hand gets to
grease up Mrs. Henderson?"
Bess cocked her head and looked over at Pam. "Good idea Clyde, I wouldn't want
those tender titties to burn."
Clyde laughed, "No, we wouldn't want that. Get back over here Harold and let's
play. Wipe your hands off. I don't want my cards to get oily."
Soon the three men were playing an intense game.
Mr. Clyde Odom won.
"Hot damn, OK! what do you want greased first, Mrs. Henderson, your tits or your
sweet little pussy?"
Pam had been silent during this entire exchange and looked sadly over at Bess.
Bess stared right back and said, "Just lay there, Pet and let him have his
jollies. He won't hurt you and besides, you do need to put some lotion on that
pale skin of yours. Understand?!"
"Yes Miss Bess." Pam closed her eyes and tried to relax. "Why would Bess allow
this horrid man to play with her body?" Pam asked herself. Well it didn't
matter, that is what Bess wanted, and she wanted to please Bess.
Odom picked up the bottle of lotion. Rather than squeeze it onto Pam's body he
put liberal amounts of the oil onto his hands. Then he kneeled down next to
Pam's lounge chair. "Fun time, Mrs. Henderson, I've been looking at these two
babies a long time. I knew I'd get my hands on them someday." With that Odom
grabbed each of Pam's tits and began running his gnarly liver-spotted hands over
the tight, tingling globes of the housewife.
Despite her revulsion at the arrogant old man touching her, Pam couldn't stop
her nipples from getting hard. They usually stayed hard these days, but laying
in the warm sunlight had relaxed them. Now they puckered up again and stabbed at
Odom's "Nice little hard buds on your tits, Mrs. Henderson," the old man
commented. The other two men got up from the table and stood around Pam's chair
to get a better look at the resilient tit flesh as it oozed between Clyde's
fingers.
"Shit, look at that!"
"Man, Clyde is a lucky SOB, feeling her up like that."
Harold observed, "Fellas, look at her pussy, she is all wet between her legs. I
can see her pussy juice from here."
As Clyde continued manipulating Pam's tits, the housewife's hips began to
involuntarily rotate. Bess had made her so sensitive of her own body and
sexuality, as well as keeping her constantly stimulated but unfulfilled, that
even the touch of a dirty old man could arouse Pam. Bess looked over and said,
"Clyde, don't be greedy. Let the other boys play some."
The other two men cheered and knelt down, squirting oil from Pam's neck to her
feet.
Bess knew that Pam was ready. Pam would fuck whomever she wanted. Now all she
had to do was decide who the lucky man would be. It sure wasn't going to be one
of these old farts.
Bess looked back over at Pam. She was writhing on the lounge chair, her breath
coming in sharp gasps. Six hands were running all over her body, stimulating her
beyond belief.
Harold asked Bess, "Can we finger her?"
Bess sat up. She didn't want Pam getting off, she wanted to keep her on edge.
Besides, she might want to have the three men help her around the house some
more. She was sure that the promise of slipping a finger into Pam would have
them running to do her bidding.
"No, damn it. You can touch her all you want, but no sticking anything, and I
mean anything, into my Pet. Understand?!!!"
The men grumbled that they understood and went back to stroking, pinching and
caressing the blonde housewife. Pam's body was now so active that the men had to
hold her to keep her from falling off the lounger.
That is when Bess and the men heard two adolescent girls voices on the other
side of the fence calling, "Mommy, Mommy are you here?"
Pam didn't hear anything except the sound of her hot blood rushing through her
body.
*****
"Oh Shit," Bess exclaimed!
Bess jumped up from the chair. "That's her kids," she whispered in a tight
whisper. "Get her inside the house. NOW!"
Bess looked around the enclosed patio. She grabbed Pam's clothes and headed to
the back door. The three men literally picked up the prone housewife and
followed Bess inside the house. Bess could hear the fence gate on the patio
opening as she closed the house door behind the men. Bess led the men up the
stairs. About halfway up the old men had to put Pam down. The housewife
staggered the rest of the way up to the Master bedroom. Bess ordered her into
the shower to wash the suntan oil from her body. She then told Mr. Odom and his
buddies to go downstairs and watch for Mrs. Henderson's girls.
Bess hurried into the shower with her Pet and quickly rinsed herself off. She
didn't have nearly as much oil to remove. The three men had managed to run their
greasy hands over an incredible amount of Pam's body leaving the telltale
slickness on her skin.
Bess jumped out of the shower and threw on some clothes. She left Pam's clothes
on the bed, calling to her Pet that "this one time only" she could get dressed
while in the house. "And leave the Ben Wa balls in, Pet," Bess called out as she
left the room to see what mischief the three men were getting into.
As Bess rushed down the stairs, she found the three old men standing at the
front door talking with Pam's daughters. They had apparently walked around to
the front of the house when nobody answered the back door.
Seeing Bess the girls called out, "Where is Mom, Aunt Bess?"
Bess shooed the men away from the door and said, "Your Mom is taking a shower,
we got really sweaty exercising." Then she turned to Clyde, "Mr. Odom, thank you
and your friends for helping me with the lawn furniture. You have been very kind
and I will make sure that you get a SPECIAL reward for helping and keeping our
secret."
Bess ushered the three men out of the open door. Clyde eyed Bess hard then said,
"I hope it is a real SPECIAL treat!" The three men left and Aunt Bess waved the
girls to the couch and tuned in the TV to Saturday morning cartoons. "Let me get
you guys a cola and we will wait for your Mom."
On the way to the kitchen, Bess slipped several porno videos from the top of the
TV into a cabinet with doors. "Wouldn't want the girls to see what their Mom and
Aunt Bess like to watch together," Bess thought as she got two soda pops from
the kitchen.
Bess and the girls were sitting on the couch laughing at the plight of the
coyote chasing the roadrunner. Pam finally came down the stairs. Her blonde hair
was still damp and she was dressed in the shorts and pullover. The way her tits
bounced under the shirt, Bess could tell that she didn't have a bra on. But of
course, there were not any bras in the house for Pam to wear anyway and she
hadn't worn one over today.
"Come watch Roadrunner with us, Mommy," Pam's youngest exclaimed.
"No, lets go shopping and get a burger for lunch," Bess said to the girls.
The older girl was clearly interested in shopping.
Pam finally spoke, "I thought you girls were playing with friends today."
"Well Susan and Gail got in trouble and are grounded, so we came home. How was
your workout, Mom?"
Bess jumped in; "Your Mom is getting in great shape girls. In fact, that's why I
want to go shopping. She needs a couple of new outfits."
"Oh, lets go. It will be fun to look at clothes," Pam's older daughter
exclaimed.
"Can we go to McDonald's for lunch?" the younger daughter offered, indicating
how different things were important to maturing young ladies.
Bess drove to the Mall. Four women were going shopping. Bess caught Pam keeping
her arms folded over her chest hiding her unfettered boobs. Finally, as they
were walking into the Mall's main entrance Bess leaned over and whispered, "Put
your arms down, Pam. I want to see how many stares your bouncing tits get."
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"Just Bess. The girls are here and you are Pam, not Pet. Anyway the girls won't
notice that you are not wearing a bra, they are too busy looking in all the
stores."
It was silent for a moment. Then Bess laughed, "the girls may not notice, but
that man by the bookstore is about to trip over his tongue. I'll bet he's
getting a hard-on watching you jiggle."
Pam could feel her pussy moisten at the thought of a strange cock getting hard
because of her. "God, what is happening to me?" the housewife asked herself, "My
girls are here with me and all I can think about is sex."
The girls had moved well ahead of the two women, so Bess quickly reached up and
pinched one of Pam's nipples. Both nipples responded and little bumps formed on
the front of Pam's shirt. If somebody wasn't sure if she was braless before, now
there was no doubt.
The two women followed the girls at a distance. Pam received many stares. Bess
laughed when one woman had to yell at her husband to, "Stop looking at that
woman and pay attention to our packages."
Bess called to the girls and steered Pam into a popular mall store that carried
clothes for young women.
"Let's buy the girls an outfit Pam, my treat," Bess offered.
"I don't know, Bess, the girls don't usually wear clothes this trendy."
But Pam's older daughter whined, "Come on Mom, please? All the kids wear clothes
from here."
Pam was overruled as usual and, with trepidation, Pam soon found herself pulling
various outfits off the rack for the girls to try on. Bess' and the girls'
enthusiasm was infectious and Pam began to enjoy the shopping with "the girls."
The girls came in and out of the dressing room showing their clothes to Ohhs and
Ahhs of Aunt Bess and Mom.
At one point while the girls were in the dressing room Bess pulled a skirt and
tube top from a rack and handed them to Pam. "I want you to try these on."
"Bess, I can't wear clothes designed for teenagers. They wouldn't look right or
even fit."
"Nonsense Pam, this is a wrap-around skirt. You can adjust the waist and this
top is very stretchy. Go try them on now." The softy in Pam's ear she hissed,
"Now, Pet!"
Pam felt weak and out of control, the rock music playing in the store suddenly
seemed overwhelming. Like a robot, Pam moved woodenly towards an open dressing
room clutching the skirt and top. One of the sales clerks looked quizzically at
Bess. She smiled evilly and said, "My friend thinks she is still a teenager."
The clerk just rolled her eyes.
Bess followed Pam to the dressing room standing outside the door. The store was
full of teenagers. Most looked around 17 years old. Across a rack of clothes
from the dressing room Pam entered was a group of four kids. Two boys and two
girls. They were laughing and flirting with each other.
Bess waited a few moments, giving Pam enough time to be in the middle of
changing, and then she firmly grasped the handle on the dressing room door and
opened it fully. A startled Pam gasped as she looked up. The housewife was
bending at the waist pulling the skirt up her thighs. She was topless, having
taken off her shirt. Her heavy tits hung enticingly in her half bend. Of course,
the four teenagers couldn't help but stare at Pam. The boys nudged each other
with their elbows and the girls giggled aloud.
Pam couldn't step out into the store naked to close the door. She spun quickly,
turning her back to the opening, only to be faced by a mirrored wall and the
reflected sight of the pointing teenagers. The mirrors surrounded her and her
own nakedness was reflected back, not only to herself, but also to the youthful
crowd that was now gathering outside the dressing room. She grabbed the first
article of clothing she saw. The stretchy tube top. Pam quickly stepped into the
top and pulled it up her body. The top got hung up on the skirt that was still
around her thighs. It took Pam several more seconds of pulling and bending. Her
actions caused her tits to jump and bounce. When the top reached her breasts, it
took more struggling and pulling to finally cover herself. The top, designed for
teenagers, hardly contained her massive breasts. All in all, she had provided
quite a show for the young store patrons. And most of her panty-covered ass was
still hanging over the waistband of the skirt.
Bess let the door slowly swing shut.
Bess met the girls. They had just exited their dressing room and were now
excitedly clutching their favorite clothes selections. She walked with them to
the sales counter and pulled out her credit card. Aunt Bess enjoyed buying
things for the girls. She was also enjoying the close relationship she was
developing with them. If she could embarrass their Mom while she got closer to
them, then that was even better. After all, Bess was taking over more and more
of Pam's life, why not these sweet girls as well? She loved Pam and the girls,
but really enjoyed manipulating, humiliating and controlling Pam most of all.
The two adolescents gushed their thanks and praise on Bess as she bought them
their selections. It was several minutes before the girls even realized their
Mom wasn't around. Pam finally joined them. She slunk up, trying to hide. She
had put her own clothes back on, but had not escaped the eye of the boys who had
enjoyed her nakedness. Several comments were made by the teenage males about
Pam's big tits as the four exited the store. Fortunately, the comments were lost
on the girls, who were excitedly telling their distracted Mom about their
purchases and how wonderful Aunt Bess was.
The four continued down the mall. Again the girls raced ahead to a music store
and Pam got her share of stares as she bounced along, encouraged to keep her
shoulders back and tits out by Bess.
As the girls went into the record store Bess steered Pam into the adjacent
jewelry store. "Let's look in here Pam," Bess said with a mischievous grin.
Pam and Bess perused the beautiful displays of gold, silver and diamonds. Pam
kept glancing towards the music store to make sure her kids were OK. Bess said,
"Don't worry about them, they are perfectly safe, you overprotect, Pam. Now lets
look at these pretty gold rings." Bess waved at a salesperson and was
immediately assisted as she looked through a collection of women's gold signet
rings. Bess asked to have Pam's ring finger sized. The shocked Pam found herself
with a sizing ring on the finger her wedding rings were conspicuously still
absent from. "I have to remember to put them back on when we get back to Bess',"
Pam thought to herself.
"Go check on the girls, Pam," Bess said. A relieved Pam left the store, leaving
Bess and the sales woman in a discussion over the ring display case. Pam found
her daughters and watched as they sorted through some rock CD's. Bess was soon
at their side saying brightly, "Did somebody want to go to McDonald's for
lunch?"
The morning ended with a fun lunch in the fast food play area, then back to
Bess' house. Pam and the girls soon went home. Pam remembered to pick her rings
up off the table. Bill got home soon after and told Pam in great detail about
his round of golf. Pam was less than interested and kept shifting in her seat
during his story. "I'm going to have to change my panties," she was thinking as
Bill droned on. "These balls are keeping me so wet I know that my panties must
be soaked." In her mind she was visualizing the Ben Wa balls turning into golf
balls and her husband trying to putt them into her gapping pussy as she lay
naked on the 18th green at the Country Club.
