.. you know. When he came to mine the wetting stopped, so I let him carry on.”She nodded, in approval he thought.“Can you get yourself some breakf...st?” she asked. “I’m a bit busy at the moment.”“I think I’ll wait for lunch, it’s so late,” he replied. “Have you eaten?”“I had breakfast with Evan,” she said as she put Beth over her napkin-covered shoulder and patted her back to burp her.After a number of brief but conclusive eruptions, Bethan’s eyes closed and she slept that easy sleep of the. As her breathing began to settle I released the straps holding her wrists.Sliding my arm under her shoulders I told the silly bitch to sit up and, taking her right hand, pulled it forwards so I could fit her right wrist in a smaller slot at the middle of the stocks then slide another wedge down to lock it in place. The left wrist received similar treatment and she was helpless again with her hands held separately in their rubber padded clamps but almost touching palm to palm.Instead of the. Wanting to keep up the facade of indifference and move the process along, I sat straight up where my knees and shins were the only thing touching the loveseat, said ‘It’s hot’ and removed my shirt, revealing a thin, spaghetti strapped tank top underneath. I placed the shirt beside me, ran my fingers through my hair and returned to my position. ‘What did I tell you about being on the couch like that?’ He asked, placing his clothed pelvis against my ass, and leaned down, grabbing the back of the. For five years, from the time she was fifteen until she was twenty, she had taken care of her widowed father until he died. She had bathed him and lovingly cared for him after he suffered the terrible stroke that stole his life from him. She refused to let them take him away, to be put in a nursing home. An LVN sat with him while she was in school.Then she took over and cared for him until the next morning. Her weekends were spent at home. She did not begrudge her father or resent him a bit..