"You really could use a shower" said Sue as Bob walked into the house.

"I could really use a beer" Bob replied.

"No beer till you take a shower." Sue blocked Bob's access to the fridge.

"You really don't want to get between me and my Miller Light" replied Bob.

Sue put her hands on her hips and stood her ground. "Shower! Now!"

Sue stood quietly in the shower. The endless stream of soothing, warm water rushed over her gorgeous naked body - in much the same manner it had the previous hour. Sue's hands were tightly bound behind her back with a bright white piece of insulated electric cord, as were her ankles.

A fifteen foot extension cord, conveniently located in the utility drawer next to the oven, had been quickly fashioned for its current use with the help of scissors located in the same drawer.

Sue looked up into the water and let it stream into her face. She grunted angrily at the source of the water. Another length of this same cord was tied around the shower head. It led to a very loose noose around Sue's neck. The noose certainly did not present a danger to her – that is, if she stood still and didn't slip. But it did force her to stay put in the never ending stream.

"BASTARD!" she yelled at the top of her lungs through the open shower door.

Sue waited for a reply. But none came. The only sound she could make out from the outside was the blaring play by play announcements emanating from the large LCD TV set. Would that football game ever end?

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID JERK!"

Again, no reply.

Sue looked down at the hot and cold water controls. They were hopelessly out of reach. She growled again.

Once more, Sue struggled with all her might to loosen the cable wrapped around her wrists. But it would not budge.

The water rushed on. Sue waited. She had no other choice.

Finally Sue heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Bob appeared at the top of the staircase. He turned and walked down the hall, through the open bathroom door.

Bob stopped directly in front of Sue. The helpless girl was giving him the most evil eye he had ever been given.

"Are you ready to apologize?" he asked her.

"What? Me, apologize to you? You must be kidding!"

Bob folded his arms across his chest. "I'm waiting."

"FUCK YOU!" screamed the dripping, bound, nude girl.

Sue heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. An older man turned the corner and joined Bob and Sue in the bathroom.

"Honey. You're making it very difficult for us to enjoy the football game downstairs" said the man.

"Please stay out of this, Dad" replied Sue. "This is between me and Bob."

"Won't you please apologize to Bob and join your mother and I downstairs?"

Sue obstinately turned her naked bottom to both men.

"Have it your way" replied Bob. "Now I expect your apology – after you blow me!"

"Fat chance" said Sue under her breath to the shower wall.

"Another beer, Mr. Walsh?"

"No thanks."

"Would you like a beer Mrs. Walsh?"

"No thank you, Bob. I'm fine with juice."

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" came a blood curdling scream from above.

"Oh my. What was that?" asked Mrs. Walsh.

Bob looked up at the stairs. "I think we just ran out of hot water."

Bob reclined back on the sofa and groaned with pleasure as a kneeling Sue sucked, licked and teased his rigid cock toward orgasm.

"Her technique is quite good - for being tied the way she is" said Mrs. Walsh approvingly.

Mr. Walsh nodded his head in agreement. "I'm amazed she hasn't tipped over."

Soon Bob's semen was streaming down the dripping wet girl's throat. Sue pulled back off of Bob's softening cock, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath.

Bob sat up. "Well?" He waited a few seconds. "Or do we go back up to the shower?"

"Okay. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Very good." Bob pulled Sue up on to the couch next to him. He let go of her leash and let it dangle between her firm round breasts.

"Will you please untie me now?" Sue nodded to the kitchen. "I need to get dinner ready."

"Oh there's no need, dear" interjected Sue's mother. "I've got everything under control."

Sue dejectedly pushed her bound arms into the seat cushion behind her back and sighed.

Bob lovingly reached over and pinched Sue's hardened nipples. "Besides, you look beautiful in your birthday suit."

"It's true. You look lovely" agreed Mrs. Walsh. "You know, I never knew you shaved your pussy. It's quite becoming."

Sue blushed. "Oh mom."

The doorbell rang. "That must be your brother Fred, Mindy, and the kids" said Mr. Walsh as he got up. "I'll get it."

Bob kissed Sue on the cheek. He reached his hand between her legs and inserted his finger into her wet pussy. "Let's give them a little show."

Sue arched her back and gasped with pleasure. "I think this is going to be our most memorable Thanksgiving dinner ever."