 The restaurant is fetish practically empty fetishheel. There is only fetishheel one other couple dining fetish at a fetishheel table. Maria is fetish surprised. Roberto, her boyfriend, had been pestering her for weeks to come with him to fetishheel this restaurant. It was all fetish he seemed to talk about. If the restaurant is so great, then how come nobody's here? Maria was fetishheel hoping it would be crowded, so that she could fetish break fetish up with him without his making a fetish scene fetish. Oh, well. Might fetish as well get it over with tonight. She had fetishheel been putting it off heel for too long anyway.
 "Are you kidding?"
 "It's on the house, ma'am," says the girl. "It's ladies' night heel."
 "It's a specialty of the house, it really doesn't have a name."
 "It's obviously why you wanted fetish to come here so fetish badly."
 Maria holds out the drink to enter him. "Do you want it?"
 Maria heel finds Roberto's behavior to be odd, but fetishheel without thinking fetishheel, she fetishheel lifts the glass up to her nose again, and inhales deeply. Her mind is getting all fuzzy, and it is even harder for fetish her to fetishheel concentrate enter. She also finds it 's impossible to look away fetishheel from Roberto's piercing stare.
 "You can fetishheel stop drinking now."
 "Was there something you wanted to say to me?" asks fetish Roberto.
 An overweight gentleman, dressed in expensive clothing walks up fetish to the table next to Roberto. One of his arms is wrapped around the tiny waist of a cocktail waitress who seems to be enjoying his company. "So, Mr Flores," he says heel, "did everything go heel according to fetish plan?"
 "Very good," he says. "What Roberto enter and I have to fetish say to fetish each other is no enter concern of yours." Maria nods her head again fetishheel. He fetish and Roberto go back to talking to fetishheel each other. This time, Maria fetish doesn't pay any attention to fetish what fetish they're saying. It's not important anyway fetish.
 Patiently waiting for Roberto and the man to finish talking , Maria looks around the room. Something strange is going enter on fetish with the couple fetish in the other corner. The fetish woman is taking off fetish all her clothes. Maria really fetish ought fetish to say something about it heel. It's not right fetishheel to enter be fetishheel naked like that. But no fetish one else seems to care. All of the waitresses are fetish going about their business normally, ignoring the woman . And the woman seems to be enjoying herself. Oh heel, well. It's probably no big deal.
 "Soft couch fetish... Lie down..."
 "It fetish's you," says Maria. "You're so gorgeous." she says happily.
 Maria is suddenly very embarrassed fetish. "Well, uh fetish..." Her face is beet red.
 "Mmmm hmmm," agrees Maria, as she smiles.
 "I like it when you heel make me feel submissive," Maria hears herself say.
 "Go to sleep fetish now, Maria," says Roberto. Letting fetishheel out one fetish final sigh, Maria closes her eyes, curls fetish up on fetish the big, soft fetishheel couch fetishheel, and drifts off into a deep deep sleep.
 Maria is riding in the car with Roberto fetishheel. She has a huge smile fetishheel on her face. She is giddy, almost enter bubbly. "I'm so glad that you took me to that restaurant. I had such a good time."
 "I knew you fetish'd like it," he says.
 As Maria sits fetish in the passenger seat, she finds that she cannot take fetish her eyes off of Roberto. He so incredibly gorgeous, she's so lucky to have him as a boyfriend. And yet, Roberto seems so different to her somehow. There seems to be an aura surrounding him. He seems so confident, so powerful fetishheel.
 Maria is fetish taken aback by Roberto's forcefulness. This is so unlike fetish him. "Look, I want you to come in too, but not tonight. Any night but tonight."
 Roberto ignores what Maria says. He looks at her directly in the eyes and repeats, "I 'm coming in with you."
 "You heel heard me."
 This is fetish crazy. She has fetish to stop now. Maria enter kicks off her fetishheel shoes. Roberto's insane fetishheel if heel he thinks... Maria looks up and sees Roberto's stare -- his fetish piercing stare -- and fetish her train of thought is broken. She reaches up, unclasps her bra fetish, and lets fetishheel it fall to the floor.
 No, not the fetish panties. This has to fetishheel stop now. Anything but the panties . Maria's arms want fetishheel to enter reach down and pull fetishheel down her fetish panties, but in a supreme act of will, Maria manages to keep fetish her arms up and fetish cover her breasts with them. She stands fetishheel there momentarily fetishheel with a fetish triumphant smile on her face fetishheel, but Maria's victory fetish is short-lived. She once again glances up and sees Roberto's stare, and a fetish chill runs fetish down her spine. Maria can't think any more, she can only feel. She feels a fetish gnawing in her gut fetish, a feeling fetishheel of emptiness, of fetish incompleteness. She feels the need to finish what she has started, she feels enter the need to obey.
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