I wanted to grab them but the moment was so pleasurable that we both chose to close our eyes and enjoy the moment. As she came closer to climax she st...rted to slow down on her moves and continued to kiss lick and bite my body, ears nipples.Although she was coming closer to climax I was not done yet. So I grabbed her made to lie down and I moved on top of her now. She was completely taken by surprise but she loved a lot as she bit her lips and smiled naughtily, pushing her hair down her back. Does that help?I snorted.I found something else. Minesweeper? Does that mean anything to you?I blinked in surprise. "Minesweeper? The game Minesweeper?"I find the designation Minesweeper referenced in my documentation.Unreality rocked me like a hand in the face. "Who are you really? Some guy at school? Some perv on the Internet? I Googled you, you know. It says most of you end up getting locked away." I stood up, knocking over the chair. "How long have you been watching me?" I demanded. "Did. "Have we met?" I sarcastically replied. "Not formally" she retorted. As it turned out, Karen was out with some people from her office, mostof whom were married and all of whom she found to be extraordinarily boring. She appeared to be a bit tipsy, but certainly not hammered. We had a few more drinks over the next ninety minutes all the while making small talk. We discussed our personal lives. Her lack of a quality boyfriend, my job, the usual crap. Then she asked me a question that no one ever. These heels had a viciously high back to them, I'd say at least 5 inches, then had straps that wrapped around and up my legs to about mid-calf. Once he had wrapped them tightly, I watched as he slipped tiny black padlocks at various points on the heels, effectively locking them onto my feet. I could now move my legs and gave a pathetic attempt at getting away, which basically just resulted in me falling onto my side. Chuckling, the man picked me back up and stood me on my now wobbling feet. I.