He got me on my back and legs spread tied tight apart to the bed, then he bound the top half of my body in black clingfilm so i was completely tightly...bound, he then gagged me tight with duck tape and lots of pictures of me helpless, then he got a cable tie and tied it around my cock and balls through the leggings, leaving me with a tight bunched up cock and balls.He then got the magic wand out of the bag and used some thin rope to tie it to my cock and ball pouch, it was tied tight and he was. Fir hatho ko pichhe le ke Bra utar di or bad me Jeans ki clip kholne lagi or jeans bhi utar diya or fir do ungliya kamar me panty me fasake panty ko bhi niche khinch k nikal diya ab wo puri nangi thi or uski badi badi tight chuchiya hawa me jhul rahi thi fir wo side me bathroom me ghus gai mera to pasina chhut gaya kyun ki mene aj tak kisi aurat ko nanga nahi dekha tha mere short me meri nunni badi ho gai thi.Ye bhi mera pahla experience tha pahle kabhi meri nunni ne aise angadai nahi li thi to. I closed my eyes, or rather Jackie's eyes, asthings faded out. When I opened them, I was back-back in the twenty-fourth century, back in my male body.Talk about being exhilarated and let down all at once.I was surrounded by my colleagues in this clandestine, dangerous act. Wehad risked banishment to the lunar penal colony, but we had succeeded inchanging history.As I learned on my return, JFK had been re-elected in 1964. Unlike LBJ,he had developed a healthy skepticism for his own diplomatic. Editor’s note: By the time this story was put together by the various participants, Joan Agass had retired to South Africa after the death of her beloved mother. It was impractical to go to East London, and she did not feel up to the effort of writing her story herself, so she suggested that we should ask her close friend and confidant to tell it. This is Joan’s story as told by Dr. Buller to Ivy Matthews. I first met Joan Agass when I joined the medical practise in Highcross street in 1947.