“I don’t like the setup,” Aggie said quietly. “We shouldn’t be here.” She gave another small sneeze.“Come on,” said Mark. “The cobbl...stones might be a good bike path.” But they most certainly were not. The yellow cobblestones seemed intentionally laid to make walking on them very difficult, the red stones were even worse, and the black stones had many razor sharp edges. Mark wondered if the stones were some kind of cleaved flint. The jagged surface was so bad it would ruin a bicycle tire. It was then she remembered the handcuff. It held her prisoner.Corey Gibson was frightened. She was also angry. She struggled back on the bed and surveyed the metal band round her left ankle in a fury of frustration. To think she had allowed a few drinks and giggles to place herself in this predicament...! But Audrey was fun, it has been a laughing romp between two girls, that was all. Or was that all? Corey Gibson found it all too easy to look into her future and see nothing but a handcuff, a. I loved the way she felt so, so delicate, breakable, standing submissively by my side.When we got out of the elevator, to the dimly lit hall surrounded by statues and paintings portraying places in Italy, I sent Brandon first. I had to be sure they were ready for us, as I wanted to go straight to our table, located in a separate part of the restaurant, without us being seen. He came back and nodded, then we moved. The place was roomy, a lot of space between the well arranged tables, and the. I will now let her introduce herself to you all, and I hope you will enjoy her stories as much as I did. She sure is something special and somebody to cherish by us all.INTRODUCTIONBefore I start my stories, I want to give you some information about myself. At this moment, I live with my girlfriend and a good friend in a nice secluded house in the countryside. This gives us a lot of freedom and when the weather allows it, you can find us most of the time in the garden behind our house, without.