Her pussy was raw, and her nipples felt half-chewed.Sometimes she awoke during the night certain that the clamps were still pinching them, and she had...dreams of the bristly rope between her pussylips, cutting deep. Of course these dreams also made her horny, and when she ran into Yvette at work, looking absolutely stunning in a pale yellow blouse and a beige business suit, she nearly went weak in the knees, hungrier than ever for her."Congratulate me, I got promoted," Yvette beamed."You did?". What I am wondering, more than just wondering, is why YOU wanted to come back here? What is happening, what are you looking for?”I looked at him with only glances as I stared mostly at the floor, his feet covered in socks, and my bare feet. I was nervous. This was the first time in all the time I had been at his place that he asked that question, the first time he broached the subject of future, of expectation. “I … I don’t know how … I …”He stood up, went to his office, and returned with paper. I never hugged her before , but it was because I wanted to feel her boobs.We had lunch and all. Next day she took me with her to the hospital, she had some infection on her skin so I also accompanied her.The doctor said to apply oil all over the body, but the oil should be applied by someone else because it’s very corrosive and stains by it will never come off. She should have the oil on her for 1 hour and it should be applied after evening.So we reached home and then we knew my sister had. She laughed, throatily, then pretended concern as she walked over and rubbed my head, “Oh, poor daddy, did you hurt yourself?” she said. I was totally in shock, lost for words. She reached around me and pulled out two cans of drink and then turned and walked away towards the lounge well, I think she walked. It looked more like a sensuous dance as her towel covered rear, undulated wildly. Towel covered? Damn, she hadn’t even bothered to and underneath …oh god, my mind went wild and my towel.