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fitting when she’d
been standing, but now she was sitting, the denim was pulled even
more tightly around her hips. That in turn sealed the entrance to
her pockets even more tightly. James soon gave that up and instead
ran his hands along the outside of her jeans only to find that both
front pockets were empty.
    With Karin
pretending to ignore the guy touching her under the table, James
reached around and soon discovered that the back pockets of her
jeans were pinned beneath her butt and therefore completely
inaccessible.
    “Karin, lift
up, please,” he whispered.
    To James
surprise, Karin leant over and lifted one side of her butt up from
the black vinyl bench. James saw a small bulge in her back pocket
which he guessed was the keys. He reacted quickly, but still
couldn’t get his chained hands to her pocket before she sat back
down.
    James tried to
push her to one side so he could access her pocket, or at least
slip a hand inside, but she was easily able to stop him.
    “Karin,
please!”
    This time he
heard giggling from above the table. Karin couldn’t help herself,
James’s predicament and the touch of his strong hands on her body
were making her feel hot and sexy. She was eager that he stay down
there longer.
    She uncrossed
her legs, lifted one and placed it back down between his chained
hands. She then wrapped her ankles together to form a continuous
loop. The loop of her legs was now linked with the continuous loop
of James’s chained hands. She waited excitedly for him to try to
escape from that one.
    James realised
what she’d done just as Karin called the waitress. Fuck, he didn’t
want to be under the table when the waitress arrived. Karin’s
ankles were still crossed, but she’d opened her knees. James
decided to lean forward and use his shoulders as leverage to force
open her ankles. He moved forward, but Karin was way ahead of him.
As soon as his head passed between her knees, she snapped them back
together around his neck. He knew things must be getting worst as
he heard Karin trying to suppress more giggles.
    The waitress
was now standing by the table talking to Karin, although
fortunately he was still out of sight beneath the far end of the
booth table. He just had to keep quiet, but even that wasn’t easy
as Karin was squeezing his head hard between her knees and he was
struggled to avoid choking. Karin was getting off on the situation
and the harder she squeezed, the better she felt. By the time she
released him and he’d struggled back to his seat, she was very
aroused.
    “Karin, I need
the keys!”
    “Key in my
jeans under table, I tell you.”
    “Your legs are
also under the table.”
    “You like my
legs?”
    “Mmm, but
they’re dangerous,” James observed as he sipped his new coffee and
watched her intently, the fact that she was close to orgasm was
easy to see. No doubt she could see the same in his eyes. Karin had
to get some air before her feelings got out of control. She stood
up, leaned across the table and kissed James on the cheek. She gave
him one more cute smile, blew him a kiss and walked out.
    Shit, he would
have to pay the bill before following her or risk another set of
handcuffs, this time from the police. He struggled to pull his
wallet out of his hip pocket and clumsily pulled out some notes. As
he stood up he realised the waitress had been watching him and had
seen the chains around his wrists. She walked towards him,
seemingly intrigued by his situation and sat down on the end of the
bench blocking James way out.
    “Hi,” she
said.
    James was so
focused on Karin and the keys that he didn’t even notice the woman
as she pulled up his suit sleeves to inspect the chains.
    “I wish I had
the keys,” she said in good English as she gently lay his conjoined
wrists back down.
    “That’s makes
two of us!”
    James smiled,
amazed by the obvious come on. It seemed that being chained in
public was common place in this part of the world. Unfortunately he
was in no