Friday night and Saturday afternoon I was committed to Foxtel commentary duties while my game was on Sunday afternoon.On Friday night I was looking fo...ward to two of the games. One involved fellow commentator Robert Miles whose 'Eagles' team had climbed from twenty third position to twelfth in five weeks and was now looking as dangerous as any other team in the league. The other game I was looking forward to pitted the high-flying 'Kangaroos' against the ninth placed 'Condors'.Robert and his. Tonight I was stretched across some guy's car, my knickers gone and my skirt up around my waist. Guy number one was thrusting into me while guy number two was waiting his turn and their buddy guy number three was holding my arms tight above my head. The night started ordinary enough, a night out at the local club with two of my work mates. God I wonder where they are now, no time to worry about them now for guy number one was coming to his big finish, so to speak. The car bonnet was cold. "I took you to be the one who mighthave a modicum of wit and intelligence, thought you might have more than justyour body to offer me, to share with me." "Go to hell!" he said. "Oh, I've been there many times," she giggled, her roaming fingers now findingthe root of his cock. "Would you like to come with me? Share your soul withme? I could take it, you know," she added, a finger and thumb now running thefull length of his cock, from the root to the tip. He fell silent again, his head bowed,. "God dammit Sharon... why do you think I"d care? We are divorced. Done. Finished. Kaput. Besides that, you know as well as I do, there is no way in hell that the baby could be mine. Go see your lover boy... he's the one you need to talk to. Not me. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you... HELL... I don't want to even smell you or remember you. Go away. Just... go away."The way he spat those words at me spoke volumes. He was still hurting over my revenge, badly so. What had I done.