How are you?”My heart skipped a couple of beats when I heard his voice.“Rob? Oh My God! How are you? Are you in country?”“Yes, Irene, I’m he...e with my wife.”My heart sunk. “Your wife? You’re married?”“Yes, Irene. We’ve been married a little more than three years. We would like to talk with you and Oscar, if that’s possible. I remember several years ago, in our email correspondence, you told me you were pregnant when I left. You said, unknown to us at the time, that Oscar had his vasectomy. But he did make it last half an hour or so, then propped his cock up above his face by rolling his hips up. When he came, he could see his jism shoot right into his mouth, and it made the orgasm that much better. He couldn't wait to make himself cum with his own mouth.About five days later, he measured again. Only 28 now, the growth rate seemed to be slowing. The target number was thirty. He stood and looked at himself in the mirror, and he liked what he saw. His cock was so long that it. I hoped I had learned my lesson.That was before I received an email from him. Attached was the video of me, but it had been edited. None of the parts where he had forced me were there. All you could see was me dressing myself and then begging to suck his cock, begging to play with myself and it really looked like I was enjoying it. Also attached was a list of all the contacts from my phone including numbers and email addresses.The email read;Emma,I hope you have recovered from our little. At the time, I was coming through the entrance on one side of the window as Sheridan and Bell went through the other, so I had a ringside seat for what happened next. Sheridan wasted no time covering the 20-foot gap between him and Keith, dropping his briefcase as he ran. I don’t see how Keith could’ve realized what hit him as Sheridan’s fist blurred into his diaphragm. He staggered back, still standing, when Sheridan’s thumb and index finger latched onto a part of his throat, the carotid.