Or maybe I shared her with other guys, even though I never got that impression. But then who cares, she wasn’t a woman I was going to get envious ov...er. The first time we met she was lonely and just recovering from the trauma of finding her apartment broken into, I was still the beat cop looking to make Detective one day.She needed attention as much as I needed to do something against my crush on my then partner. Boy was she hot, that uniform fetish we all kind of have certainly doesn’t help if. Her breath quickens a bit, although there’s no complaint. Carefully I feel around for her swollen clit and she utters a tiny sob.Looking her in the eye I say in a level tone, “ Oh Yes! you have made it sore haven’t you; It’ll need more cream before bedtime; I’ll do it again for you; OK Jess?’Embarrassment clouded her face; she was only too aware of the real cause of her sore cunt. But that was something she wanted secret.Leaving her to dress, I go to my room. Then with the door closed I’m aware. Week 5Bridget's breasts started to bud and became very tender. I wanted her to learn to associate her breasts with pleasure, so Mike and I teamed up to help her learn. Mike would stand behind her, and using hormone cream play with her breasts while I would tease her tethered clitoris. Judging by her squirming and moans, it must have been exquisite, every second or third day we would unbind her clitoris and let her milk it - she was supposed to cum only after I told her it was ok. She wasn't. "I feel like going rough tonight," Joe says. He then walks away from her, goes in his jacket and pulls something out. He walks back to Erika, takes one of her wrists and slaps a metal object on it, twirls her around, takes her other wrist and slaps the other piece on it and locks it. He twirls her around. Erika struglles a little as she's constrained."Struggle all you want. Those cuffs ain't coming off anytime soon," Joe says."You know she has a dog collar and leash too. Their on the computer.