However, this time, the man that brought me to my room did not leave - he instead came into the room with me and closed the door behind him. He pulled...down a cable that was connected to a hook in the ceiling and latched it to the small chain between my cuffs. He then went to the door and flipped a switch, letting the cable begin to retract and pulling my arms up behind me, forcing me to bend over. He leaned down in front of me."This is the beginning of your tolerance segment. This is a timed. She had come to check on me…after she recovered from the initial shock I was a glint of anger and wickedness in her eyes. She then started shouting at me and said that my mother will hear about this that evening..guess it would have been quite a sight of me sitting on the sofa with my pants down, my hand trying to cover my hard cock and this beautiful lady in a sexy black sleeveless blouse and a red saree worn low at the waist standing in front and ranting.When she was leaving in a huff I. It's all a bunch of bullshit, if you ask me. They just want to BEG on all of us, and threaten to take us out of their WILL, if we don't do exactly what they say" (I was amused that he used BEG, one of my favorites) I said, "same people that live next door to your Aunt?" He said, "yeah, in the house that looks like a fortress, and it's different than every other house in the whole fucking neighborhood." ... I slowly offered, "Man, you got a real AX to grind with these people" ... to which he. ”“Then where is everyone?”A slender waiter came around the corner to greet us.“Mr. Kane? Welcome to 58 Tour Eiffel. Follow me please.”“Why are we the only ones here, babe?”“Because I bought out entire restaurant. Just for us.”Alex’s mouth dropped. She wasn’t expecting that.The waiter led us to a corner table overlooking Paris in all of its magnificent glory.“Oh my god. This is amazing.”We were handed our menu’s then left alone.“I can’t believe you did this. How did you do this?”“I called the.