’ I snorted. ‘Talk? About what? You need your secret toy back? Those college boys not doing it for you, are you looking for a working class hero?...What, exactly, do you want CeCe?’ She was honest to god crying. ‘I was wrong, all right? I was mean to you and took you for granted. Not if, but when, we go out again, you’re going to pick me up at my front door. My dad is gonna shake your hand and my mom is going to inspect you. Next Saturday, 7:00, and don’t you dare be late. The only thing I ask. I noted her slight hesitation before she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, head lowered, removed them, offering them to me. I examined them before putting them to one side before I moved behind her.I studied that ample round arse as I reached to her bra, adjusting the straps until the cups pulled tight, straining against the tit flesh. I heard Paula whimper a little, it wasn't painful, just restrictive. I indicated she should kneel, lean forward and put her arms and head on the side of. ..’ She unfastened it and put it back in its place, and selected instead two matching pairs of similar restraints which had much shorter linking chains. She swung my arms behind my back and then fastened them quite tightly together, using the pair of cuffs which had almost no chain on my wrists and the other pair, which had just a few inches, to pull my elbows close together. The effect was nicely calculated to make me stand erect with my shoulders pulled backwards, so that my breasts were. The romantic evening began with a kitchen party for two, a huge bottle of Red PIAT D'OR, fresh vegetables, a salad and red meat, Leonard Cohen in the back ground, discussion, laughter, flirting as I cooked and entertained her. Light kisses, touches and sexy glances, the slow and romantic touches, the long and tender kisses, the cupping and tender breast loving, was breaking down the barriers. Once we ate by the candle light set table, our feet touching, hands caressed, desert was in the.