Angie was beginning to get worried, while she had lost all sense of time, she did know that it had been an awfully long time since the last time John had done anything to her.Angie was beginning to get worried, while she had lost all sense of time, she did know that it had been an awfully long time since the last time John had done anything to her. It had all started innocently enough, at a party of course. John had pulled out a pair of handcuffs and put them on her, as a way of getting her attention. Well, it had worked, she splashed her drink in his face and demanded that he take them off. He ran off shouting something about his eyes, leaving her screaming at him at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately she lost track of him in the crowd and sat down demurely on the couch, not enjoying at all the attention she had attracted to herself. As long as she was just sitting there, the handcuffs seemed to not get in the way very much. It was when she tried to do anything that they really bothered her. She ended up spilling the entire contents of her purse trying to find something she could try to pick them with. There was nothing but make-up, ATM receipts, gum wrappers, and other useless junk. Eventually she gave up and piled everything back into her purse. Three other people sat down on the couch and started passing around a joint. Naturally she joined in. They all thought it was funny to watch her take a drag using both hands and she started making a show of it. She hardly noticed when the joint was gone, along with most of the people in the party, she sat there with the bottle of beer that seemed to appear out of nowhere and waited for that bastard to come back. It was sitting there with her hands on her lap and the various chemicals wafting through her brain that Angie realized that she was getting very horny for some reason. Either that or she had to pee real bad and couldn't tell. No... |