I was working support in Warren down along the Camden road. There was a large blueberry farm there that was burning their fields. It’s common practi...e to keep the other plants from taking over, blueberries grew like weeds out here, the fall burning helped increase the crop, and here in down east Maine blueberries are big business. I sat on the back of Engine #3 looking out over the fields, we were just here to make sure that the fires didn’t get away from the farmers. Dark smoke rolled along on. . I was confused and breathless. I sat down on the leather couch again and pulled the laundry bag to have a look at its contents. I almost fainted. In the bag was a collection of items of latex clothing; all of them in bright and shiny colors. The sort of thing only a very depraved fetish slut would wear. I was shaking in fear and excitment. I always liked the look the latex. I considered it to be some of the most arousing clothing, at least on women... She obviously had read the part of my. ”“No, it’s not that Sara, it’s...”I waited patiently until he felt comfortable enough to tell me.“For this to look right, I have to be able to tuck my penis back, and I can’t do that when I’m hard,” he said, in an embarrassed tone.I thought for a moment.“Would you let me help you with that?” I asked cautiously.He gave me a bewildered look and I was pretty sure he had no idea what I was planning to do until I got down on my knees in front of him. For some reason helping him with this. If it was considered I had behaved myself well on these threesome dates then I would be paid by one of them giving me a hand-job in the car. Whatever the outcome, the evening would end with me chauffeuring them to whichever house they would be spending the night and for me to go back home to sleep alone in my bed."It was an odd existence but one which seemed to work well for all of us and I had become completely at ease with our strange arrangements. You can imagine then how upsetting it was.