" Well!" Bob said. "I will be dammed, you caught a good one."Annette and I both rolled our eyes at that one. Art chuckled.Helen said, "I think Annette...needs to mingle with the guests at her party some more."She did, and that left me sitting there with Bonnie and Bob. I was not happy with it, but at least Art was still here."So how much are you worth?" Bob asked."I have no idea, at the moment." Come on, I know how much is in my checking and savings account every day." I just don't believe he has. My Father wanted to merge our firm with the firm from his Father.The deal wasn't going to well and my bastard Father offered me as a sweetener, to be married off to the eldest son of the other firm.His Father jumped at the idea, I suppose knowing that sissy boy and his clit dick would never find a woman and if so only a gold digger. So marring him off to the daughter of another firm that wasn't after money only a good business deal made sense, and so here I am the deal maker twenty years later. "I miss fucking you Laney. I miss your touch. I am a sexual man and I have needs. I know it's childish. I need to be with you." I know Daddy, but what if Grandma and Grandpa found out?"I don't know if it was the beer that made him bold but he whispered, "Show me that pretty pussy Laney."I started to protest, and shook my head. I was nervous about being caught.He was fumbling with the hem of my nightie and grabbing roughly at my panties despite my token protests. He became more insistent. He. Then wait for me to lock the leftwrist to the chain."After the lock was snapped closed, my hands were chained to my pants. Icould not raise them above the table now if I wanted to.Shortly the waitress showed up carrying a glass of water and three clothnapkins. "How are you all," she asked cheerily. "Can I get you anything?"I looked down at the table. I stuffed my hands deeper into my pockets. Ijust wanted her to go away. "The gentleman may need a bit of water,"responded A_. Water? I didn't want.