A good friend of mine whilst at uni was very proud of his PA and used to whap it out at every possible opportunity.
Well… He did until the evening he was entertaining a lady via the tradesman’s entrance and called her by the wrong name as a dare – he called her my name.
At this point, somewhat aggrieved she went into a sort of cramp and trapped his gentleman’s helmet deep within the bowels of her… Well…
Anyway, after what were later described as intensive hostage negotiations, she rolled away, taking his ring with her. He, not a man to be squeamish normally, screamed and fainted. Meanwhile she ran out of the building without her kecks on and with the tatters of his manhood in situ.
Their relationship survived the episode, as did most of his Johnson. Happy endings all round.