Golf

Carrie spread her legs, pulled the club back, and shanked the golf ball into the rough. John laughed, shaking his head.

"Jesus, Barbie, if that's how you hit it after the lessons, I might just keep you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen." Carrie giggled while John and the member of the board shared a hearty laugh.

"Is that a promise, Mr. Putnam?" Carrie teased, letting her ass waggle. The board member pulled at his collar. This bitch was so fucking hot.

"So how long have you known John, Barbie?" There was such power in a name, Carrie thought. The people at John's work called her Barbie, their friends at church called her Barbie, she even introduced herself as Barbie to the young Republicans group she recently joined. A doll. A trophy. His trophy.

"We met in June, but it's been really amazing so far," Carrie relied.

"Great. So John, this isn't purely a social visit..."