She got herself some beer and I stay put. We were having a normal conversation in the beginning relating to my internship and I gave her the documents...and reports.She asked me about my ex-girlfriend as she knew our scene and also that she taught her too; I replied saying we broke up a couple of months back to which she didn’t seem surprised because she claimed that she hadn’t seen us hanging around like before. I was silent. Upon asking her about her husband (I knew she got married 9 months. She smiled lewdly into the camera making my dick twitch. The redhead's face faded into a shot of Ron Jeremy's extra long cock sliding in and out of yet another blond woman's mouth. He was sitting on her chest, forcefully fucking her face.A big guy walked in front of me, blocking the screen."Can I sit here?" He gestured to the seat next to mine."Sure." I didn't care where he sat as long as I could watch Ron Jeremy do the nasty with the blond.He turned and dropped his pants to his ankles and sat. I had been using these images and stories when I masturbated with the dildo for several years. I had always feared Mat would find it some day, and that I would have to explain myself. In my mind, it was like cheating on him, and I had vowed to remain faithful to him."Oh Mat, I'm so sorry. I never wanted..." I said softly before he placed his finger against my lips, gently cutting me off.Mat leaned in close to me, taking my hands in his, looking directly into my eyes. I did not see anger or. I can't agree, of course, but when I reflect on the circumstances of the incident, there is always a reason, from their point of view.Then there is the humiliation of having to charge my collar each night. The socket I have to use is about three feet from the floor of my cell, over by the door. The power cable is quite short, so I have to kneel. I kneel to forge one of the chains that binds me. I do it night after night after night. I thought of trying to electrocute myself on the cable once.