Free Use Golf Trip

I’ve been playing golf since high school, and it’s one of the few places where my natural talent truly shines.So when my boyfriend’s annual golf trip came around, this time at one of the most iconic coastal courses in the world, I begged him to let me join. He warned me that the guys liked to gamble, and that their bets could get wild, but I was only thinking about two perfect days of golf on the West Coast, with ocean views and salty air.What I didn’t expect was for the stakes to shift from cash to my own body, turning me into the prize they all competed for. What shocked me even more was how much I liked it, and how little I wanted it to end, no matter how jealous my boyfriend grew with every hole played.Now the only question left is: once you’ve been passed around, pleasured, and claimed in ways you never imagined, how do you go back to just being someone’s girlfriend?