His balls were churning up a fresh batch of sperm that had “Ann’s Eggs or Bust” written all over them. Sadly for them, they never made it even ...close. Without as much as a breeze, William began spurting out pre-cum from the head of his penis. Ann noticed the glistening clear fluid coming out and yelled, “Will, get that cleaned up!” He was totally unaware of what he body was doing and looked down to see his semen seeping out like a trickle of water from a leaky faucet. When his hand touched. It was located in a quiet street and was set well back from thestreet and quite secluded from the adjoining units; it was just theplace for a closet Trannie to ply her trade.I had been advertising my availability for casual meetings on thenoticeboards of a couple of sex shops in the area (before any of yougroan, read parts one and two of this series and you will see how I vetmy punters; although in this case the vetting process wasn't hugelysuccessful), and had enjoyed a number of pleasant. After a while I heard a voice behind me say "Hey, Anita, babe". I turned and saw two guys standing there; my sweet wife introduced them as Robert, her famous coworker and his friend Paddy. They were obviously Metal fans since they both had tattoos, piercings everywhere and used ragged cloths. Paddy was a huge man, even bigger than Robert, who was taller and bigger than me. We talked for a while as we expected the show, but soon I noticed they were more interested in talking to my sweet wife. So out came my number two dildo. Not my smooth, slick black one, but the next size up, the slightly larger-than-most-life white one. With ridges and veins and a more realistic shape.And I started working… My aims were to get to a point of consecutive ‘all the way’ ins. At the same time squeezing my boobies (and thus the clamps within), while suffering the electrical onslaught on my clitty.At times, the combination really, really hurt. At times just a single component really, really hurt.Once.