I see you've gotten over your modesty."I nodded my head. "It was kind of silly, wasn't it?" No, not at all. How could you have known how you'd feel ...ntil you tried it?" Mom said.I grinned, shrugging my shoulders. Mom smiled at me. "Megan, you'll never know what you are capable of until you try new things. You may be surprised how much fun you can have when you start thinking for yourself. No one has all the answers. Only you can decide what is right for you." You're talking about Glen. My muscles protested against being held in this single unnatural position for so long. I thought morning would never come.Eventually however it did. I heard daddy stirring and moving around. Then I tasted the familiar taste of his morning urine streaming into my defenseless mouth.Then I felt him unceremoniously removing the bindings that held me in place. He had strapped me to the chair with duct tape. It hurt like hell as he removed it, but I was glad that it was finally coming off none. I could feel every plane and angle of his body through the washcloth, his skin burned me through it. I slowly went over his chest, shoulders and back, fascinated with the play of white lather on his tanned skin. His eyes never left me and his fists clenched, a testament to the strength of his desire and the power of his restraint. I felt like I was in a small cubicle with a caged tiger, one that was caged only by his will. Dragging the cloth down his arm, I reached a fist, which he slowly. .. Laura... please!" she gasped, devastated by this passionate attack and yet making not the slightest effort now to escape Laura's hand.Laura remembered how she had plead with her this way the first time, and how it had been impossible to determine whether her pleas were for Laura to stop or to continue. And yet they both knew she wanted Laura to keep it going. Both of them were quivering with a fiery, crackling lust from this, and some kind of incredible climax was only minutes away."You were.