His howls echoed around the valley, his tortured cry as dozens of volts shot up his piss and fried his cock. He cried, begging for it to stop, his han...s trembled as his stomach convulsed to bring several pints of England's finest ale onto the woodland floor.He should have learnt his lesson. Two weeks later, what the silly drunk bugger do? His went for a leak in the same place.He hadn't learnt his lesson.His second trip to A&E with his hands clasped around his electrified cock that he simply. But I had notrouble hearing them as they talked dirty to each other and she keptcomplimenting him on his magnum cock. The foreplay went on and on buteventually they proceeded to the main act. She got on top -- maybe so Icould see more? -- and rode him happily. Then she laid on her back and hemade love to her expertly, lasting much longer than I had ever been ableto. I remained in my cage, my penis in its own prison, while heexperienced the privileges now denied to me.They climaxed together.. I did not wish to provoke his anger. My own sexual excitement was running high, due to his fondling and the feel of his amazing organ on my buttocks. I wanted to take that lovely organ in me, to experience its pleasure. I decided to pretend. When he realized his mistake, I would tell him that as I was asleep, I thought it was my husband who was having sex with me. I kept silent and raised my leg further, to give him better access to my vagina. I shut my eyes and anxiously awaited to receive his. As I said, it’s performance art. In order to make it more compelling, I mixed in a little magic. I blended a little concoction which turns red under the right circumstances. You’ve got to admit, it’s convincing. I guess I used too much and it dripped. However, you’ll notice there’s no blood residue where I performed. It’s a stage act. If you want to speculate on how I do it, you’ll have to watch the performance. If I depended on my fancy footwork, people would tire of it quickly.”“I don’t know,.