The judge don't like wife beaters."Stewart later thought of the next few days as an exercise in terrifiedmonotony. Other inmates came and went as Ste...wart tried to clear thetears in his eyes in the hope that the others would stop staring. Onthe second day, one man in particular seemed to take a special interestand just before Stewart left for his hearing, the man handed him acard. It read:LILITH STARKTHERAPIST543-555-1532"Give her a call. She wants to talk to you."Stewart started to respond. It did help with her required posturethough. There was no way Marcy could hold herself in any other positionthan with her back perfectly straight. In that regard she was way morehelpless than before.She couldn't run and her movements were way stiffer and proper makingit impossible to avoid the crop even if she tried. There was no way shewould be able to fight her way out of any situation like this and shecouldn't even take off the corset if she wanted to, the bow was justtoo high up on her. I unzipped the front of her dress a little, and lifted her tits, quite small but with huge nipples, her nipples rings already holding them proud from her tits, I pinched and pulled on the rings , Sharon moaned, behind the stone in her mouth, ( she was never a talker during sex and I did try to get her to talk dirty during our sessions, however she could not raise to that challenge, so I used the stone to mute her now). I attached the weights to the rings, and her tits fell forward and down. I was hoping that Daddy was getting used to the idea of me having another family, and that it would be alright, because it meant that not only I could join in on the Patterson's family game, but there was even room for Daddy now.As I was about to go and fine Josh, I saw my husband-to-be over in the corner talking to TJ — the guy that had just fucked my brains out. "Christy baby come here," Josh yelled. "Oh shit," I thought. What the hell am I going to do now? "Hey, Sweetheart, I want you to.