Still, to hear that in my dad's voice hurt. I'd written an angry e-mail, and then sat on it until I cooled down. I revised it, toned it down some, apo...logized for hanging up but once again tried to explain how even her name affected me. I sent it using one of the company's dummy accounts. It went out with no return address, and no one short of the NSA would be able to trace it, and I'm not sure they could.I think that's when my pain began to morph into anger. At least I could let my anger. "OK, I said," and she sat up to release the drain.I stood in the doorway as she sat there. The water was draining and her body became more exposed as it swirled down the drain. The heat of the day had made me horny. For some reason, and even today, the hot weather gets me worked up. As she sat there, she asked me to hand her her towel. I walked in, grabbed it and handed it to her. As she took it, I couldn't help but notice that she was staring at my towel. Seeing her there, naked, had begun to. “Please stop. It hurts,” Sally cried as she tried to sit up further to take the pressure off her very sensitive nipples. As she sat more upright she suddenly felt the rope under her tighten and now she was trapped between the pull of her nipples and pressure of the rope between her legs. Sally could see flashes of light and she guessed Josh was getting some great photos of her all tied up. But there was little Sally could do.It seemed like a long time before she felt her nipples being. I slowly stroked up and down the outside of her knickers. I could feel them moisten under my touch. Then I located where her clit was and pushed hard against it. She let out a groan and closed her eyes.Then I stopped and removed my hand from under her skirt.She stared at me, not knowing what was coming nextUnder her blouse I could make out a light coloured bra encasing her magnificent boobs."Go to the loo and take off you bra, I told her"This time, no argument.She came back with her jacket done.