? The earlier events weren’t forgotten, but put aside for the time being. .. and then I opened my purse.? ?You are Barbie.? You belong to me now.?? ... stared at it, the thoughts bubbling up to the surface.? Except? I was interrupted by the doorbell.? It was her.? ?I want you to leave,? I growled through the door.? ?No, Barbie wants to let me in.?? I looked through the peephole again.? God, she looks so hot.? ?Barbie, you know you can’t resist me.?? I sighed, knowing how bad I wanted her, and. " If looks could kill, Bobbie would have been a shriveled corpse at his feet. Right then she was on the verge of complete hysteria.She continued, venting her feelings on the concierge, "Very well, there shall be a ten dollar tip for you when we leave." To the concierge whose gratuities were normally in the hundreds that was a grave insult. The policemen looked at her again with open disgust of what they perceived to be her callousness.In a weak voice I said, "She is not feeling well. Please. I quickly hop back up. The metal of the chair is just so cold. I lower myself again, this time expecting the cold and sitting down. Hows this? Good, good…, as he steps over and loosely fits the leg straps around my ankles. Then he loosely straps in my left wrist. Then my right, but he pulls it really tight. Too tight! I tell him, completely unable to remove my wrist. I hear him laugh as he tightens the strap on my left wrist and finally my ankles. What the fuck?!, I yell. Mike stops for a. By the time the music started playing she had managed to get my zipper down and her hand was beneath my dress pants groping my bare cock. Most of the table party had gone to the dance floor when she released her grip, “I’ll be right back”She stood and exited the hall. In a few minutes she came back, leaned over and whispered,“Give me your hand under the table”She sat and I revealed my right hand beneath the table. I could feel her hand slinking its way to mine and could feel a silky texture.