“We have lots of stuff,” I said, his intention going over my head. Jerry gave me a five-dollar tip as I stared at the money. “I don’t think I can. “Um, well…. I smiled at him, somewhat unnerved. “Yes sir, that’s good,” I said, fidgeting in my seat, hoping not to stain my thong. Jerry stopped, wiped off his hands, and looked around. “Fuck are you fine,” he whispered, motioning me to his golf cart. “Don’t be a stranger now, Becca,” he said, driving off the tee. Your door is wide open. Then he grabbed a breast and fitted it back into my bra, so it sat up nice and firm. Tell me why I should consider you,” he asked. Then he brushed off my shorts, grabbing my butt cheeks and shaking them. I stripped, putting my clothes on my cart. “Hi guys,” I said, jumping out of my cart. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed. Ben’s cock quickly found the bottom of my cunt, and began fucking me. My breasts were hanging free outside my t-shirt, covered in brown dust. “Great,” I replied, not knowing if he meant serving drinks or fucking guys on golf carts. My body rocked back and forth as his cock slid in and out of me.
