”Saturday, April 18, 2015Jerry Wolinski tracked me down in the locker room at the end of the shift. Jerry had moved to day shift in 2013, right afte... having another pair of fraternal twins, and had transferred over to Investigations and the Drug Task Force. “You doing anything tomorrow?” he asked.I looked at him curiously. It was Friday, so ‘tomorrow’ was Saturday. I had been looking forward to getting the boat in the water, but now I wondered if that was going to get screwed up. “I’m launching. I bet that guy was pissed. He probably thought he was going to get laid. Good thing he didn’t finger you or something or he would have had blue balls.I never told Jason that he actually did finger me. I was hoping that it would never come up and that I could push the night out of mind. I felt like a whore for violating my husbands trust. Now that things were finally good, I didn’t want to hurt us again. After several minutes I decided that I should tell him, he deserved that and after all we. Now it was revealed that the ropes braided from his hair were going all the way underneath the table and back up over the other side where they were tightly secured to his shaved balls by an orange elastic the same as the one crushing my testes to bursting point. His head was cricked back in that position but the pull from the same rope was also stretching his balls away from his body, I marveled at the taughtness of the rope and wondered how the hell they had got it so tighty bound to him. It. He moaned slightly as his finger massagedhis hidden member. He pulled the finger out and took a deep breath.Next, he grabbed the ample breasts hanging off the front of the suit. Hebrought them up to his chest. He carefully lined up the nipples usingthe markings on the inside of the suit. Then he rolled each one upcarefully until the adhesive on the back of the breasts formed a goodbond with his skin. The adhesive wasn't enough to keep them on, but therest of the suit would distribute the weight.