Of course,
I would have brought a fresh set of batteries along on the morning for my long days playing, and of course my weapon would be turned on and in my hands. Upon the moment of double surprise from the gentlemen after me I would go all wobbly at the knees with fear and excitement from the adrenaline rush. With myself being less experienced than most I would probably be 'their bitch' diving for cover on the field would be something I am not used to and I'd probably end up belly-down with my face in a teabag whilst 2 blokes pump balls into my ass. I'd be clutching the ground, tears in my eyes and whimpering at the assault. After this humiliation I'd get up and try to cowboy walk my ass-pain off and shake hands with the lads after our sweaty, frantic encounter.
