They're not tight - you might be able to slip your hands through them, but the intent is clear.I feel your arm tense up as I tug the free end of the s...rap on your right wrist. "wait...." you whisper.I already did, that's why you're here now. It will be okay, you know we need to do this.Another strap goes around each ankle, pinning them securely but comfortably against the legs of the chair, your bare feet now dangling several inches above the footrest. Each strap is pulled snug.Sit up, please.. Did you hit him in the bollocks?”In spite of herself, Harriet giggled. She had never heard the word bollocks before, but she could guess the meaning.“No, my friend Lucy did. I kicked his ribs, though, when he was curled up on the floor.”“Does your family know about this, dear?”“My father has promised to kill him if he hurts me again, but he can’t always watch over me.”Anita turned to Harriet and hugged her. “Listen, dear, I like you. Don’t ask me why, but I do. If you ever need help, come to. Kneeling down, I looked in the opening and saw two thick envelopes, which I removed. Both seemed to be about three quarters of an inch thick. Curiously I opened the first and was stunned by what I saw. The first picture was of my wife, and it was a shock like I had never felt before. In it, she was laying on her back, totally naked. Sweat covered her, her hair matted down as she looked at the camera. Her hands were gripping her legs behind the knees, pulling them up and spread as she revealed. ”I said, “So you want me to feel you up now.”Again Cindy said, ”Yes.”Cindy saw my smile and slipped out of her tiny dress and her thong panties. That was my first look at her pubic peach fuzz. Cindy walked toward me and stood right between my knees. I looked into her smiling face and reached up to place my palms on her breasts. I felt her little pink nipples harden under my touch. Cindy closed her eyes and started breathing harder. I squeezed my fingers over the fullness of her breasts like.