Various people who were watching started playing with each other, my Mistress stood next to me rubbing my arsehole through my tights she knew that wou...d make me cum. But what made me cum was the guy I was being wanked with cumming first, his hot spunk covered my cock and balls and I returned the favour soon after, fuck I was well drained, then a familiar voice said “I want to clean those cocks” it was the young girl from earlier she was in her twenties and was dressed in a very erotic. She nodded. “Me, too.” I sipped my Scotch.“I was lucky,” she said, “that someone with a gun came along.”“Do you mean this?” I reached into my pocket and placed on the table a small antique chrome-plated monkey wrench. Then I picked it up, holding the jaws in my palm and the handle extending outward. “In dim light it does look a bit like a Saturday-night special. That fact dawned on me when I brandished it to the clerk at the shop where I bought it. He nearly jumped out of his skin.” The girl. In truth, he had been glad to see her gone. Their marriage, consummated six months before the ceremony, had been a shotgun one, pressed on them by a furious set of parents. Old-fashioned in the extreme, Sally's parents had been most persuasive. He had reluctantly agreed to 'do the right' thing. In the small English community where they had grown up, things like that mattered. On the 'honeymoon' Sally had miscarried. On her return home after a brief sojourn in hospital, she had made it quite. Tyler asked him what more he was going to do to perfect the project, Jim got an affirmative nod from both Mr. Tyler and Professor Stark."Mostly," Jim said, "I'm going to make the piping more efficient and take a look at the sizing on the heat exchangers. I also want to try an idea to reuse the heat coming off the heat exchangers instead of venting it."It was the true answer. He hadn't made it up.Mr. Tyler closed up Jim's notebooks and rolled up his drawings. He put everything back in Jim's box..