We spoke it about it no more. Jack nodded and walked away.Life went on. It always does ... at least for those that survive. Jack heard from a 'source'...that the mob killed the two jerks who tried to kill my family, that were in federal prison, to stop the interrogations. I wondered what that cost us.I pitched like a man possessed for the remainder of the month. KC called me up on a Friday night in August. I joined the team in Anaheim, for a weekend series against the Angels. When my jet landed. And Sweetness! What a lovely name! It's a Buggery name but it could almost pass in Sodom. But what's your name? Grace wasn't able to sign it very well." Sharon." 'Sharon'? What a weird name! But then you come from a very distant country. Does it mean anything?" No! Names don't mean fuckall. They're just names." Really?" commented Faith amusedly, as if this were a notion that had never occurred to her. "Well, come in. Come in. Sit down."Faith's flat was relatively simple, but to Sharon's eyes. They kissed, tongues mating, hands rubbing against breasts and balls. When he felt ready to explode, he roughly shoved her onto her back and thrust inside her womanly sheath. As he drove into her hot greedy body, he leaned down and bit her nipple, pushing her over the edge of orgasm. As she screamed his name, he felt the seed burst out of his cock and bury itself into her womb. She stroked him to sleep, praying the smithy’s apprentice, Philip, was still awake. She’d need his massive cock. It meant no caning tomorrow, unless she earned one afresh of course, but as she lay across Amanda's lap and savoured the now pleasant rubbing so she knew that for today she would albeit slowly recover from the first spanking of her life. Indeed, Rachel happily groaned as Amanda rubbed her bottom cheeks and the backs of her legs and was recovering quicker than she had expected. Even the stinging was becoming a pleasant sensation and when Amanda rubbed her inner thighs she parted her legs without.