You start dancing with him getting closer and closer until he starts putting his hands on your waist. You both start getting closer and dancing raunch...er. The dance floor is pretty busy and people are drunk so it goes unnoticed. I'm sat watching from a stool and table next to the dance floor. Your not really looking at him much your just lost in the music as his hands start to slide down to your arse. Your a little bit tipsy but the feeling of this guys hands on your arse gets your heart. Her feet had been bound so that she couldonly walk on tip-toe. Knee hobbles gave her about eighteen inches offreedom to move her legs. Behind her back, her wrists and elbows hadbeen strapped together and then pulled high up on her back by means ofa leather strap that attached to her elbow cuffs and braided tightlyinto her long blonde hair. A collar encircled her neck, and from this aleash, just three feet long, ran down to a metal ring at the base ofthe treadmill, forcing her to bend sharply. "Do you want a cup of tea?" She asked politely."Don't mind if I do thanks, sorry, we haven't been introduced." I'm Bella, I know who you are, you're Paul," she said with a mischievous grin. A grin so mischievous you had to challenge it."What are you grinning at?" I inquired."Oh, nothing," she hinted suggesting to me to she wanted me to ask more."Come on, what is it?" Nothing, " she teased sagely. She twirled on the spot, causing her pleated skirt to suggestively raise and spin. I sat down. Madeleine listened enraptured to the solo trumpeter. He had a gorgeous tone and immaculate timing, obviously helped by a good ear. He was a natural. She admired the way his long fingers danced on the valves of the instrument and imagined those same fingers playing on her breasts. She admired his lean, athletic figure and his smart attire. The brass buttons of his navy blazer caught the spotlight and seemed to twinkle at her. She had to have him! As an old hand at such concerts, Madeleine was.