Believe me when I say that you’ll be required to supply us with a tremendous amount of sperm. Don’t worry,’ She smiled, ‘we’ll make sure you...enjoy it . . . or, at least most of the time. These DataPads,’ She held up the tablet, ‘receive and store all information the TestiTracker sends us about your orgasms: how many you have, roughly how much sperm you produce when you ejaculate, and when your refractory period ends. ‘Third, and I know you won’t be too keen on this function, the device is. "So THIS is where you draw the line...?" She quietly giggled."Well yes Honey, it kinda is... but it's also kind of an adjustable and ever-fluctuating line so if you see anything there that strikes your fancy, I might be persuaded..." and I left it at that.That broke the ice and she was ready to get down to business.We went straight to the harnesses and were helped by a cute young sales girl. She really focused on my wife's insecurities and curiosity. She answered her questions and put her at. It was working. We were getting more and more horny. I was fucking her with a lot of speed. She shivered and sprayed her juice all over me and fell on the bed. I took my dick and put it back inside of her and started fucking her again while on the bed.Next, I felt a moist hand around my ass hole. It was my flatmate oiling my ass hole. While I was fucking my cook, he slipped his dick inside my ass. He was forcing it in and I liked it a lot. He was giving me the thrusts and I was forwarding it to. I’d forgotten that sexy grin ofhis and was delighted to see him. We hugged and kissed on the cheek and heordered the drinks for me. When they were ready I invited him to our table andas we turned to walk there I noticed Flasher Eric was deeply engrossed in a game ofbar dice with Cunga-Lunga. I introduced Cunga-Lunga to Ted and he and Flasher Eric did a high five, they had beenfriends for a long time it seems. Cunga-Lunga was anxious to get back to the gameand I asked what they were.