<div class="floatright">  (http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/da/dawnallynn/878178_green-eyed_redhead_93.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Sally Weil</strong></div><hr/></div>Sally heard someone walk to her room again and she cowered under the table as good as she could. The blindfold was preventing her to see who was coming and what his expression was, but she knew it could not mean any good.<br/><br/>And indeed the man began to tear her clothes off, beginning with her shirt, whose buttons exploded and fell on the floor like hail. She tried to move away from the man.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, don't! Not my... aaaagh!!!!"</strong><br/><br/>The violence of the slap caused her face to snap sidewards, while her cheek reddened under the brutal impact. Her head was ringing from the blow and she was terrified. From then on, she did not dare to move or hinder her undressing in any way.<br/><br/>Her blouse was torn to shreds, until her torso was totally bare except for her white lace bra, from which her firm breasts seemed ready to explode. She was panting fast, terrorised. Her skirt was next, torn into long ribbons of cream-coloured material, revealing her sex white lace thong framed between her firm, round buttocks.<br/><br/>And there she was, wearing only her underwears and her high-heels, chained to the table foot, blindfolded.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, please... Don't hurt me. I have money in my purse, you can take it all, but please, don't hurt me"</strong>she pleaded, not sure where to turn her face to.<br/><br/>As in a response, she felt strong fingers grab her right breast and fondle it carelessly, kneading into the firm flesh, entering under her bra, painfully playing with the glands. She moaned and twisted her chest away to escape the unwanted touch.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, don't do that!"</strong>she begged again.