Are you going to make nice and give me the other hand or do I get rough? He told her with menace in his voice. Silk could only nod yes this time and g...ive him her hand. She felt the cold steel close around her wrist then wondered what he was doing as he seem to be fussing with the cuffs. She didnt know he was locking them so they wouldnt go too tight and cut into her skin. Michael pinned the cuffs so they wouldnt go any tighter. He wanted her to feel trapped but he didnt want to mark her skin. I follow her up the stairs to my bedroom. I muse, "Her ass certainly iscute in those little bike shorts and top. I wonder if they come offeasily. They seem painted on her body." When we arrive at the bedroom, "Mrs. Adams, you've redecorated! It's sobeautiful. Look how big your bed is" she said excitedly. "Wow, mirrors onthe ceiling! I'm trying to get Kevin to get some for our bedroom. I thinkthey're so sexy." "They certainly are. There's nothing like looking up and seeingsomeone's head or. Oh and don't forget Mike is a little bit of a clean freak" I showed up at Aunt Diane's house on Wednesday wearing my bathing suit, t-shirt and flip flops with a change of clothes in a backpack. She answered the door wearing an over-sized white button down shirt and khaki shorts. Her hair was back in a pony tail and she was barefoot (she looked nothing like she did the other day or any other day I had seen her). "Hey sweetie, come on in just leave your flip-flops on the mat. Can't have any dirt. I and Rashmi worked in a some firm. She had joined the firm 6 months back. She was about 22 yrs and I was 25. She was dark complexioned but witty. She had a beautiful figure and had the personality that attracted every guys. The guys were moving in and around her. I never gave a look to her, But only assisted her in the daily job. I and she used the same computer. She would leave daily unnamed messages in the new word file as if she has left a letter in half. I marked the same for few days. But.