But, and this is my fear, I don’t think that me sleeping with her will help the situation, and I probably made things worse for her. Now, she thinks...that I’m a convenient ‘back stop’, someone to give her that physical affection and attention, so there’s less incentive to try to sort things out with Martin.“Plus – and this is where I broke my rule – Martin probably has no idea what Cathy and I did; never mind him agreeing to it. So, it wasn’t that Cathy and I had sex that made her being. Ive always kind of enjoyed the taste of my own cum. I think its pretty mild and bit salty. What I had no idea about was that a neighbor boy, who happened to be 9 years old, had come around to the side of the house looking for a ball he had kicked into the yard accidentally. He was barefoot so I didnt hear him approach the open window. He must have gotten quite the eyeful! I thought I heard a sound close by so I stopped stroking and got up on my hands and knees to look out the window. I didnt. " The room was flooded with light and I saw that there were three police officers in the room: Carver, Josie White and the male who I now saw to be a sergeant.I immediately saw that my dick and bollocks were hanging in a box: the inside of which was marked off with a grid that had numbers up the side. The squares nearest to me were white — then there was row of yellow squares — all the rest were coloured in red. "This is for the Court," she said, "We have to measure your testicles and penis. "Well you slimy bastard, you are a fighter are you? Don't get your messy little dicklet in a knot. Do you want some? Tell you what, after I do her once or twice, you can clean us both up, then I'll do your ass for your insolence. That is what you want, isn't it? Bastard!"He sputtered and said something that sounded real vile, the Aussie accent was so thick I could not understand. But he was careful not to advance on me. He also cast a quick eye on possible escape routes. There was one entrance,.