"We'll get them ready. But first you should see your family... they've been very worried about you." They're here?" Sam asked."They've been here most ...of the last three days," the doctor said, rising to his feet. "I'll send them in."Sam's mother Caroline and his sister Joan entered the room quietly, as though expecting to find him at death's door. The two of them looked very similar -- his mother tall, with red hair and green eyes, his sister a bit shorter with auburn hair, but otherwise taking. " He growled dropping his golf bag.I reached into my pocket where I had a roll of pennies; I pulled them out in my fist quickly and punched Fred in the stomach as hard as I could before he could react. He doubled over in pain, and then I swung straight down catching him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.I followed this up by kicking and stomping on him several times, I finally quit has he laid on the gravel parking bleeding and moaning. I had Charlie give me a ride to the course; I picked. And then, with the eyes of the world on her, and her face collapsing in misery, the scores were repeated in French, Spanish, Arabic and Chinese.She was a failure.All that time, ten minutes in all, where she'd been fucking for the pride of her nation and more than that, the months, even years, of practise for this day, all had come to nothing. In living rooms and bars and offices throughout Nairobi and Kenya, all eyes had been on her, watching her akimbo on Chilemba's chest and knees, his penis. I’d removed every trace of his orgasm, swallowing all of the evidence gleefully. My pussylips were open and enjoyed the atmospheric waft of air as I looked into Trevor’s glazed eyes. I’d completely emptied his balls if the satisfied grin on his face was anything to go by. My first pang of guilt hit me, alerting me to the fact that I’d just let a cock other than my husbands slid inside me and pleasure me. The sense of sexual gratification soon dissipated any feelings of guilt, replacing them.