Whenever I use to bend down it used to go directly to my pussy stretching it. I was wearing the woolen threads every day now.It felt like I’m in his...cage every time. Next week he called me again to his flat. I was craving for his dick now. As he used to jerk off on video calls seeing me wearing threads for him. Spanking myself, fingering till he doesn’t stop me without coming.Even in some video call, he asked me to sit on the floor nude with threads on the body. I do everything he asks me to. I made sure there was a new disk in it all ready to go and turned it on. This time I activated the sound. The one with the broken wrist kept whimpering the whole time, not really paying any attention to what I was doing. Just as I finished setting the camera to where it was almost centered on them but took in the whole room, the other cop started to come out of it."Oooh damn, my head hurts what the hell happened?" he asked, unaware that the camera saw it all and recorded everything."I just beat. “What do they do for us?”“Help you get over any problems that you feel the Program is causing. They can’t change a rule, but they can show you how to be comfortable within the requirements of that rule, for example.”Another girl spoke, with a British accent. “Um, my parents sent a letter that I can’t participate. I don’t know why I was called.”“There aren’t exceptions except for documented medical reasons.”“I’m from the U.K. and my father is here for a year’s sabbatical at the uni. He told me. We became buds.Over my objections, Jackie married right out of high school and soon had three kids. I was never sure who caused the fights but Jackie started looked like a punching bag once or twice a month. She kept saying," I fell down", or "I slipped on the ice" or "I walked into a door." You know, she had all the excuses. He mother would not let me become involved as badly as I wanted to.Jackie also started to drink.Well one thing led to another and soon Jackie was divorced and in a.