0012 - AJ Marion & JB Roper
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Maybe it was the stiletto pumps. Or maybe it was the shiny, blouse. Or maybe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Regardless, this gal Friday finds herself bound on the floor in a strange family room. A man, JB Roper, enters and fills my mouth with a large red ballgag. After securing the strap and assuring my inability to communicate, he leaves me to fully explore my restraints. I stretch out my arms behind me, twisting and turning my wrists in the rope cuffs. My pantyhose clad legs are frogtied with lengths hooked over my heels insuring I am incapable of kicking them off. I pull on the ropes hoping to loosen them, but nothing seems to budge. My pencil skirt rides farther and farther up my thighs, flashing my panties, as I shift my legs from side to side.
Struggling and straining against my bonds. Grunting through my gag. Displeased with my level of maneuverability, JB returns to tighten my bindings. Satisfied that his knots will remain firm, JB adds a single length of rope to my arms, weaving it through my thighs and across my ankles. The ends knotted just out of reach.
Left alone once again, I roll around the hardwood, my pantyhose catching on tiny splinters. I press up and pull against my restraints. Being XXXX face down and having difficulty rolling over, a string of drool stretches from my permanently parted lips to the floor. Finally, I'm able to flip onto my back, my arms pinned beneath me. I thrust my hips skyward and shimmy my legs, but none of my movements manage to mitigate predicament.