Another sleepless night awaited me, my sexual frustration building relentlessly. I needed release, but would Emma grant it? Other than her delivering a large bag of her lingerie for me to wash, I heard nothing from her for a couple of days. Usually the highlight of my week, handwashing her undies proved to be poor torture, caged as I was. Common sense told me not to sniff, but I couldn't resist, which obviously exacerbate...